From tousled tot to turbulent teen,
mirror, mirror, glitterball spinning,
dancing light shone on ’til gone.
Your smile so bright, enchanted, winning;
with you I did belong.
Now, in joy or rage, mind in a whirl,
why peer within reflectively?
The truth of youth when boy met girl
became the tarnished gilt of age.
Through right or wrong,
what I see is what I get, and yet
upon life’s page at every stage
I never will forget your song.
Amidst heartaches and dumb mistakes,
tenderly, tearfully, or grinning, sinning,
where have I been? Where did I go?
That’s for me to know.
I might care to share a little now and then.
Mirror, mirror, cracked and blurred,
you now reveal my ageing face.
I’ve felt the love, I’ve felt the pain
while wandering freedom’s track.
The earth has moved at such fast pace,
a theatre of the absurd.
Our folly is more haste, less grace.
So, mirror, mirror, glitterball spinning,
do I dare, in your harsh glare,
try to wind the speeding clock back?
I can’t repel time’s steady attack —
I’ll look forward to a fresh beginning,
my soul sustained with nothing feigned.
|
|
