Mirrors are the biggest liars in our world,

   You don’t want to look at them when you are old.

I will break everyone; they show an old man, 

   The man that was full of youth, as some have told. 

Can you see what was there? Now, all it is gone.

   There is no more fire in life; it’s just cold.

Tell me, what do you see when you look at me?

   A pile of rust that was once as good as gold.

I wish my mirror is showing what it was,

   Now is too late, and I’m too old to behold.

What is this life that you don’t know who you are?

   Until you wanted more when gone,  and it’s sold.

I sold my youth for what? Some bricks and now pain,

   Tell me “Haloo” how this journey will unfold.     

   4/2/18 Haloo