To an Older Self

If I had a magic mirror,
That would reflect my image in the future,
Without hiding my demeanor,
Be it angelic, strong, or gruff (like butcher's)
I could just face myself without doubt,
Without any expectation of relief;
Detect the features that are proud
Or feel like ice of hidden grief;
Would I succumb to distant passions
Or be a slave to a career,
Would I be sensible or rational
With fate determined and so real?
Or would I turn away in horror
From foul mask of Dorian Grey?
And would prefer to stay unknown
Forever foreign from that day;
And I would pose a single question
To me "a mother, poet, wife"
What feelings save you in depression,
And what's the meaning of my life?
Is there a truth behind all proverbs ?
Or are they written just for fun?
And listen to the words I told me
And then got future to be done;
My lifespan is a trifle,
Being humble - but daring to accomplish and believe;
Whatever forces me to stumble,
I would embrace my fate with glee.