Mirror, mirror

Responding to Stoner’s sad observation


A quick scan of the mirror
To check which bits are missing
A short assessment of what’s left
Are any bits worth kissing?
What became of youthful eyes?
What of youthful teeth?
And what became of youthful dreams
Lurking there beneath?
What became of who I was?
A boy so young and bold?
Perhaps I am identical
But just too fucking old

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