I met ME

I stand in front of the mirror

Take a long look at self

Thin lines around the mouth

Crow’s feet near the eyes

Grey strands playing peek-a-boo

Skin dry and stretched

A youth long gone

Famous exuberance but a distant memory

A pale shadow of an arresting presence

A past tense

Flattened Vanity

Sluttish time, the cold-hearted thief

But then the mirror doesn’t reflect

The days when I chose to smile in spite of insurmountable odds

The eyes that refused to shed tears 

And those moments, when angst was absorbed deep within

All those trying times have chiselled my being

Have made me what I am

So I stand in front of the mirror

Take a long look at the reflection

And nod a ‘You did good’

Pat myself, walk out ten feet tall

I met ME

Today a good day!