Years past since his mother a mirror bestowed,
Oh, adorned silver on silver etched light glowed:
Beheld a man of one whose first gift he saw,
In bitter hopes a greater value accost how sore
That this mirror was accepted ne free nor free,
But the price he pays is but age in cast to glee,
The falls of Earth, of rock, fire, the ether new,
Close thine eyes and breathe this soft kiss grew,
Whence fleeting joys ere placed in life’s disgrace,
Shall he look at the mirror and observe such a face
That changed for years that blew at speed, so bless:
He grew, he learnt, and a habit he knows at best
Is to observe himself and all he is and he shall be,
As the years grow, his face so changed he described ne,
Whatever account his life writ on heart and mind essay
So breathes the mirror to describe faint what ought to say,
From teen years rough, to mid years contrite, et cetera;
So long as he reflects, and knows all. The next day an era,
To look upon that which is mother, long passed, had given,
He looks, and thus he sees and he was in this world to live in.

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