Broken Mirror


My mirror is broken and i don't look like me.
My body is weak, arrested developmentally.
Time passes quickly but i feel left behind
All i have left is my small piece of mind.
The world keeps changing, I can't keep up.
Please spare a florin for this old man's cup.

My mirror isn't broken, apparently it's age.
The cruel injustice of this rotting meat cage.
Another 40 odd years with this sense of ennui.
In the meantime i'll wither existentially.

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