Mirror, mirror

We are the mirror image-
you older
wiser
lines etched, each a story unto its self
yours less consistent-
mine less full of character
Oh-
how times have changed
to this fragmented self
former glory
buried within a body that slowly is giving up on itself-
of a yesterday
when bosom held high
hair braided in the style that was yours alone-
no beauty surpassed yours,
both inside and out
old cliche'
your door open
a cacophony of noise
a barrage of people-
some important
most not-
always welcome,
with all that you had to offer, they would leave
arms laden with all sorts-
some needed
most not-
yours; the home most frequented
the words sought
the smile to brighten their day-
we are the mirror image
If only I am to become what you once were-
proud I am to walk in your steps