He stands before the mirror, gaze intense,
A stranger’s eyes reflect a life immense,
With every wrinkle carved by trials faced,
A map of sorrows, love, and dreams misplaced.
The ticking clock, a constant, cruel refrain,
Reminds him of the moments lost to pain,
He counts the years like grains of shifting sand,
Each one a lesson, each a guiding hand.
The laughter of his youth now feels so far,
A flickering flame, a once-bright shooting star,
Yet in his heart, the embers softly glow,
For every loss has taught him how to grow.
He carries stories, heavy on his back,
Of friendships forged and dreams that turned to black,
Yet in the shadows, glimmers still remain,
The bonds that held him close through every strain.
He seeks redemption in the quiet hours,
In nature’s arms, he finds a wealth of powers,
The rustling leaves, a symphony of peace,
Where every moment whispers sweet release.
Though time may weigh like iron on his soul,
He learns to dance, to find a way to stroll,
For in the depths of every single fight,
He finds the strength to turn his darkness bright.

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