You know what i noticed this morning?
I glanced at mirrow in rush
And saw in own eyes the warning
Of getting older... Features are more harsh.
I stared long at my reflection,
Kept looking for a little chick.
I was surprised with my detection -
I saw a woman slightly sick.
Her eyes are full of lost illusions,
Her mind had thought a lot of thoughts.
She made already such conclusions
That life has no easy plots.
But still her lips keep childish smile.
She wants to fight to stay alive
Against all circumstances while
She's only almost twenty five.