There was a time, once,
when in the mirror
I saw a young face,
but the smile then
is the same as that
of the old man
who greets me
early every morning.
REFLECTING
There was a time, once,
when in the mirror
I saw a young face,
but the smile then
is the same as that
of the old man
who greets me
early every morning.
an old writer and his words 
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