afraid to run out of time
I look in the mirror and don’t recognize the face
what ever happened to your skin, I ask
where is your bottom lip, it’s shrunk
your eyes look blurry
afraid to run out of time
You keep squinting to read
they say it’s cataracts
how many more springs will you take delight in
how many more sunrises will you wake up to
afraid to run out of time
how many more kisses are left
you can’t find youth in the mirror
just someone who’s beautiful in the inside
a new day is yet to come, I will no longer be
afraid to run out of time
I like the hope in this otherwise-potential downer. Yes, indeed – a new day is yet to come. Thank you.
“You can’t find your youth in a mirror.” Such an amazing metaphor