Once again at this old sink,
I can stare and start to think:
How much time, upon this brink
Have I spent
To stop
And sink?

Out of sink I’ve often been,
Flightiest of mortal men;
Still, I’m back here once again,
As I’ve done
Since way back
When

Mirror, mirror on the wall
You look like you’re like to fall
I don’t understand at all
There’s some number
I should
Call…

For repair work on this place –
And I need it for my face —
No youth left, gone without trace.
Bane of aging’s bland disgrace –

Once again at this old sink,
I will vain assay to think:
Time escapes quick as a blink,
Still
I’ll pause
To stop
And sink