Face In The Mirror

Looking at the mirror, staring back at me,
I see a face that tells a myriad stories;
Some dark and mystic, some light and carefree,
Nonetheless triggering a zillion memories.

Of roads travelled, people amore,
Of roads evaded, people forgot;
Of things done with care galore,
Of things come undone in a shot.

Vagaries of life on the face looms large,
Scars, the medallions of an eventuous strife;
Prevalent though is the hope and urge,
Of eagerness and anticipation more in life!