This poem depicts someone who is getting up in age and losing their signs of youth. What was once the image starring back from the mirror is now a different person who has aged. This person is not handling this part of life well and is resentful, but knows it is the natural part of life.
Once upon a mirrored image, twas yet a handsome rose.
Fallen petals slough into mire,
with little remnance of youth, hence an empty prose.
Traipsing around in furrowed trenches
reveals the loss of aesthetic riches.
Like an aura with a radiant charge,
the spirit becomes dull and faded,
and from whence it came is left empty and jaded.
As pertaining to vain glory, resentment is the causation of inward strife.
The order in which has become so familiar
is typical for the natural pattern of life.
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