Faded

My sun hat faded from the rays,
My jeans from lots of cleaning.
I realize I am in the phase
Of what this all is meaning –

That when possessions lose their spark
Once bright enough to blind us,
The mirror lifts us from the dark
And helps to thus remind us

That life goes fast and some of it
May leave us slightly jaded
And like our jeans, we will not quit
But just be rather faded.