The Mirror

Looking at my wrinkled face in the mirror each day, I laugh
The idea of worrying about when my time on earth ends
It really is comical to me, in a sad kinda way

At my present age, I've outlived both my father and sister
Twenty years past dad and fifteen past my little sis
So, every day I wake up, is just plain gravy to me

I'd worry 'bout being successful until I succeeded
And then continue to become extremely bored with it all
Acquiring a collection of the things thought, so important

They'd filled my life, all there, beautifully mounted and displayed
As soon as one was bagged, it was placed and quickly forgotten
All safely surrounded, by home and beautiful lush gardens

Now, I spend my time in the deepest of thought, wondering why
My day requires a kiss from wife and pat on the dog's head
I work to stay busy, watching coworkers trapped in the game

I turn my head and look in the mirror at my graying head
I smile, listening to the sound of breakfast in the kitchen

© Copyrights G. Jones 2012

Author's Note: The Path to Consciousness Series