Title: It's as if my life...
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Blog Entry: ... was put it in the words that I never could find. This just sticks with me for some reason. Face In The Mirror by Nigel Corbett Time passes by And the years fade into the distance I look into the mirror and see a young boy Full of hope and potential A few moments later I stare again at my reflection And I see a young teenager Enthusiastic and full of life Tasting love for the first time Preparing to step into adulthood Ready to take on the responsibilities that adulthood brings I stare again at the mirror My past lives reflected back at me I see a young adult Taking his first steps in the world Learning how to interact and build a future Hoping to find a partner to share his life with Again I look into the mirror This time the adult is older Just turned thirty The stress lines are starting to appear Hope has faded to cynicism The relationships have all ended badly A breakdown is just around the corner As I look into the mirror I see a sad young man on a mental ward Trying to come to terms with the pressures of life The figure looks lost and forlorn Will he put the pieces back together again? Another glance at the mirror This time the figure is nearly forty There is a distant look in his eyes Dreaming of what might have been There is an attitude of acceptance and resignation Life is a hard battle and sometimes you lose Just living out the remaining years Another glance at the mirror This time the figure appears much older The adult is now an old man of sixty-five There is a look of fear in his eyes His family have passed on and he is all alone Only distant relatives remain and they were never close The fear is of what lies ahead Pain and suffering and death As I look again in the mirror I see a grave and a gravestone Only two or three people at the funeral service A sad end to a life And as he gasped his last breath Fear was still close at hand What faced him after death? Would his soul face damnation For wasting the gift of life? The gates of heaven would be slammed shut in his face A soul without a home too afraid to enter into hell A soul endlessly searching for redemption but time has run out A never-ending period of purgatory A tormented soul without hope of redemption As I look into the mirror I see my true self Tears roll down my cheeks I have seen my fate and it frightens me Please guide me towards the path of salvation
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