The mirror tells me time has run amok. This wrinkled and gray-haired person canโ€™t be me.

My spirit revolts, but has no words. It plays its game nevertheless.

Birth certificates are dated in the future.

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22 thoughts on “Future

  1. Well done reality, Reena.
    Sometimes the mirror is shocking.
    The first verse of Dream On (Aerosmith):
    “Every time that I look in the mirror
    All these lines on my face getting clearer
    The past is gone
    Oh, it went by like dusk to dawn
    Isn’t that the way?”


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