The Mirror

I look in the mirror

I see a face I don’t recognise

Older, greyer

Than I remember


That can’t be me

That old man

My heart is still young

Although life worn


That face shows the scars

Of a thousand battles

Skirmishes of worry

Melees of anxiety

With wounds unseen


Cavernous valleys cross that face

With patches of white parchment

Hair that once was blond

Now speckled though


Then I see

The twinkle in the eye

And I recognise

Yes, it’s me.

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