Reflections

an old man lives in my mirror

I see him a few times a day

his wrinkles remind me

of the passing of time.

I have watched his hair turn gray

and his eyes look weary

but sometimes wise

though I often feel I’m viewing them

through a younger man’s vision,

at least that’s what I tell myself.

Sometimes he looks sad

as if he’s remembering better days

or thinking about someone he has lost.

He looks tired today

but I have to leave him standing there

as I have things to do.