The Mirror

I look in the mirror

I see a face I don’t recognise

Older, greyer

Than I remember

πŸŒ‘

That can’t be me

That old man

My heart is still young

Although life worn

πŸŒ‘

That face shows the scars

Of a thousand battles

Skirmishes of worry

Melees of anxiety

With wounds unseen

πŸŒ‘

Cavernous valleys cross that face

With patches of white parchment

Hair that once was blond

Now speckled though

πŸŒ‘

Then I see

The twinkle in the eye

And I recognise

Yes, it’s me.

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