Will it be This Sad?

The light glistens off the mirror.
I stare into it, intently seeing
The age in my face.

I suppose this should be sad.
However many laugh lines I have,
I deserve each one.

No matter the gray hairs, I will
Continue to be happy.
The day will come soon enough.

The light glistens off the mirror.
I stare into it, intently seeing
The age in my face.

I can feel the protesting in my bones.
I don’t want to feel this way
Because it gets in my way.

Aging is the inevitable.
I cannot help but feel utterly helpless.
Helplessness.

The light glistens off the mirror.
I stare into it, intently seeing
The age in my face.

The last years of my life are short.
No matter the way I look at it.
I am death.

Soon I shall be there.
The mirror no longer holds the value
It once did.

I stare back out the window, in
My death bed, as I pass internally away.
Away—Dead.

The light glistens off of his face.
I must be dead.
I must be in heaven.