Into my mirror's glass I gaze
At forty years of age,
And find myself so worn with days
I break the glass in rage.

And then I turn my gaze and peer
Across my mirrored soul;
And see within my conscience clear
My woes beyond control.

The loss of faith, of love, of youth—
I see my mortal curse!—
Within my mirror—evil truth;
And in my conscience—worse!