Mirror Of Life

Through the days and nights I stare,
The same reflection, the same soft glare,
Radical moments of movement and joy,
Yet, it's over so fast and once again the reflection is my only toy,
Witnessing the life of others as I slowly live mine,
I think nothing of myself but to them I am Devine,
Growing with age yet staying the same,
I wait for what comes next in this fun but cruel game,
As time goes on and I am forsaken,
I steal many looks yet there are none I have taken.