TO THE MIRROR WHEN I’M 85
By
Mae Ondracek
© 2001
Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
show me what you’ve seen.
In a suit of blue, ready to
say, "I do," a girl of nineteen.
The years are rolling by and
you show two little guys.
How fast time is passing,
for now you show four little girls.
Please, Mirror, don’t roll
on so fast,
I want the memories to last.
Good times, bad times, you
are showing them all.
Some things, too
hard for me to recall.
Yes, I can remember those
jobs, but working at the
Nursing home was the best of
all.
Now what’s this I see? Many grandchildren and
Yes, the great
grandchildren, too.
Oh Yes, I remember all the
fun we had.
Now the gray hair and
wrinkles have come,
To show I’ve gotten older,
and yes, I’ve even gotten bolder.
The aches and pains have
taken their toll,
For the shoulders are bent
with age.
The eyes have dimmed, but I
thank you, mirror,
For being bright enough to
show me,
All the phases of a good
long life.
I thank God for the good and
bad times,
For the good out weigh the bad.
And now I’ll be content in
my remaining years,
Knowing my friend, the
Mirror, has given me
A backward glance at a life
That has been well spent.