Reflection

I sat in front of the mirror
Looking at my face
The wrinkles and the grey hair
Made me curse times pace.

I remembered my youth
Its brilliance and beauty
Oh! The praises had made me blush
But now its lost for eternity.

Suddenly I hear the doorbell
I opened, to see my daughter
A perfect reflection of my youth
And now my loss doesn’t matter.

The grey hair and wrinkles
Is what I have earned
To be proud of it and not cringe
A fine lesson have I learnt.

Beauty is like mist
Quick to disappear
But with each new dawn
Greets everyone with cheer.