She gazed into the mirror and
gently touched her face with her fingertips
not quite sure what happened here
she whispered to herself

Am I awake or yet asleep
A wink or a nod, did I sleep too long
It was just yesterday, it seems
that my glorious youth still reigned

Dark hair, now turning gray
Skin so smooth, now forming lines
Still, she is happy
So many other things of beauty surround her

She remembers the song her Grandmother
used to sing to her, " Mother dear I'm growing
old, silver threads among the gold"
She had looked into that mirror, too

No escaping time, no holding back the night
The days are short, the days are few
Not quite sure what happened, here