On days like this
Feeling like
like I'm just waiting -
waiting for the end
The mirror shows the years
A mirror does not lie.
Hair thin
Face more wrinkles
less smiles
growing grey, a curse
The chronological years' cold reality
of a shorter future
Inside
a lack of ambition
and youth's confidence
and courage all but gone
And love ...
What about love?
Love - no longer youth's curiosity
passion
and lust
What Guy de Maupassant wrote was true
"Oh what torments
a man who has loved
and lost."