An Unwelcome Realization

Here's a depressing little poem in honor of my birthday yesterday:

 An Unwelcome Realization

 Standing before the shimmering mirror

The cracks in my face become clear

And I feel my age, in a moment of terror

And I know that my last breath is near

Still I cling to the notion that it’s all just a phase

And that tomorrow I’ll wake up renewed

And nothing will remain of this horrid malaise

And I’ll have recovered my young attitude

  

1/2/2013