Reflections Comments

I look in my mirror and what do I see? A boy in his youth seeking the truth looking at me best to learn

Its true we reflect on the good times, they are like a beackon to our memories, once more you speak from expreience and the heart. bravo bravo

very nice and true, we just lament the times that pass by without capitalising on the happiness that those particular times have given us....happiness is not a continuous state but comes in small bursts....this fact i think, you have tried to say in your poem