The Broken Mirror

My life is almost over; that's a fact
Statistically derived but simply true;
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked

And so reflects two, three, or more, that lack
Cohesion. Which one's goal shall I pursue—
My life is almost over; that's a fact—

In time remaining? Luggage largely packed,
Past boxed and crated, little left to do,
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked

And won't be fixed and always did refract
The one before it into at least two.
My life is almost over; that's a fact,

But life cannot be lived in the abstract
And begs for certainties that it once knew:
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked;

I look away in search of the exact;
Nights melt the shadow shrinking from my view;
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked.
My life is almost over; that's my fact.

by David Berman

Comments (4)

Lovingly written, a poem worth waiting for. Every line oozing with love, only you can do it, Thank you sir.
A beautiful write with great rhyming and stunning imagery creating a vivid and tantalizing poem!
You have become a master of rhyme Akhtar ji! Being tricked by the fickle sweet heart, the lover is disheartened like the moon, the stars and the milky way! Some of the lines I enjoyed most are 'Fascinating a displeased beloved is charming, A miracle of cooling that ends in warming, ' Again........ ' The moon is sleepy and stars are tired, The Milky Way from sky has been fired, ' Enjoyed this lovely poem, written for your friend Bri.....(my friend too!)
An amazing poem..............................10