Dark raccoon eyes stare back at me
Sleep deprived as anyone can see.
I am a former shell of better days
when I still danced in the suns rays.
Troubled ghosts flicker 'cross my face
from trying times that won't erase.
Faded smile of memories past
those times are gone, they didn't last.
Small worry creases have started to form
At my age is that the norm?
But wait, a light still glows inside
from a burning hope that can't be denied.
Time still has some work to do
I forced a smile and it grew.
Someday maybe I will see
that perfect self staring back at me.