That face in the mirror,
It’s not me.
The person that comes each morning
To look out at the real world,
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If I understand this poem and what it conveys - it speaks of us aging and how we handle growing older. We may have grey hair and our memories are not as sharp as it should be, but we are the same inside and only our bodies have changed. Our core: our disappointments, hopes, dreams, are still there - only outwardly have we changed. Beautifully written with such clarity and honesty.
Dear Les Yes, when we are at the mirror, you are right, we all are different. We just keep our problems in our mind and try to be a different person. The person in my mirror is not me too.. You wrote it well. I enjoyed well. Nooruddeen