Mirror
A gold mirror always hung on my wall,
I've never seem to think of it at all.
It was there when I lost my first tooth,
to the years of my bloom of youth.
As the years past
And went by fast,
I never thought about what changed when I looked into it.
It didn't occur to me that I grew up one bit.
Time flies when you've got places to be,
but holds still when you look into the mirror that hangs for all eternity.
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