My life is almost over; that's a fact <br />Statistically derived but simply true; <br />I look into the mirror, but it's cracked <br /> <br />And so reflects two, three, or more, that lack <br />Cohesion. Which one's goal shall I pursue— <br />My life is almost over; that's a fact— <br /> <br />In time remaining? Luggage largely packed, <br />Past boxed and crated, little left to do, <br />I look into the mirror, but it's cracked <br /> <br />And won't be fixed and always did refract <br />The one before it into at least two. <br />My life is almost over; that's a fact, <br /> <br />But life cannot be lived in the abstract <br />And begs for certainties that it once knew: <br />I look into the mirror, but it's cracked; <br /> <br />I look away in search of the exact; <br />Nights melt the shadow shrinking from my view; <br />I look into the mirror, but it's cracked. <br />My life is almost over; that's my fact.<br /><br />David Berman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-broken-mirror-6/
