Me - a mirage

 I look at myself in the mirror, and stand

A wannabe pretty face smiling at my image..

Then it sinks in,  as I count each white strand,

The wrinkles slowly creeping in as I age..

The ephemeral beauty, a line in the sand

The real beauty  hides within my soul ..sinner or sage?

Maybe neither I think, am just another speck of sand..

A paragraph maybe  I share in your lifetime’s page

Or maybe just moment that held your hand

I am just here for now, a glimmer.. an image

Here today.. not there tomorrow.. Poof!..a magic wand..

And yet, I stare at my ephemeral image..

Me - a mirage