His Mirror (my rendition)

His Mirror

It told no lies yet told no truth
This reflection of a  bless'ed youth
This outer scene of a gifted lie
Could not reflect what was inside


A gift recieved when he was ten
Projecting innocense within
The image changed as the years went by
Held captive by this glass of time

As the seasons changed the view did too
A handsome boy the glass artist drew
Producing all his confidence
With aid of female compliments

At twenty-one a stunning sight
The mirror proud with young delight
But beyond the view of what is me
Inside the mirror longed to see

At Thirty years now at it his peak
Reflects the lines of loves defeat
A wrinkle for each heart he broke
But the sight of him did love invoke

Fifty passed,and with a tear
He dreads the sight of damaged years
No long,black curls or pretty smile
Just memories that of a child

Through all the years this mirror saw
From thick to thin,summer to fall
From happiness to a sadned frown
But inside of me it was not allowed

Until that day it was time to go
The mirror saw a wrinkled soul
I looked inside and there was me
80 now, my time did flea

I held my love and with a kiss
Before I died it did depict
Everything ive always felt
Outside,inside the mirror held

It told no lies yet told no truth
This reflection of obsessive youth
The mirror fell and broke its eye
Broken now...it reflects what was inside