I glance into my looking glass,

and see the wrinkles of my time.

The smile remains the same,

sometimes more real than others.

Tonight it has a genuine feel,

a relaxing walk with memory.

I’ll go to bed tonight like any

other. I choose to be conscious

of how quickly I move in place,

reliving a memory, sweet peace.

I have people I can say hi to,

and they’ll wish me love.

I will wish the same for them,

a kindness we live our lives by.

I’m playing Moody Blues in my 

background. “Isn’t Life Strange.”