The ReflectionA Story by Countryman47Age and Youth
The Reflection
As the face in the mirror looks back at me I wonder who is this old man? It cant be me,I was 16 only yesterday Am I dreaming or has the time really past? In my mind I still am only the teen I pick up my girl and we spend the night Cruzin' We loved our parents,even though from time to time a butt spanking was necessary We didn't spend time thinking about being rich or poor or in between I just smile at the old man and tell him © 2015 Countryman47 |
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Added on December 29, 2015 Last Updated on December 29, 2015 |

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