silver and gray dance in the quiet light of the mirror, leaving their mark in more spots than before; eyes are fading, a gentle blue moving to weathered gray; cares of a lifetime have left their marks in the trenches of the forehead's lines; this is not the image alive in the mind; life remains there, vibrant dreams cry out to be realized, there is a desire to live, to not give in to time, to carry on; find a way to change, to keep going, to feed the life of the mind
