The Old Man In the Mirror

The Old Man In The Mirror Who is that old man who looks at me in the morning? When I shave and shower he is there living in a pane of glass Grey hairs replacing the dark walnut brown More and more each day, each hour Eyes looking tired from ages of struggles Each reflecting a soul which was once so full of life Now it lays stagnant and lost It has the memories of its youth Doing this that that man can only now remember Wrinkles took so long to show Even fooling that old man into thinking he was younger than he is Every grey hair, every wrinkle has been earned They are the wages of stress, pain and anxiety of aging Some called them badges of honor I look in the mirror and see that old man looking back at me I don’t see honor, pain, stress or anxiety That old man looking back at me has lived a full life Successes and mistakes of the past are reflected in the mirror Lost loves and loves found are hidden in his spirit I look at the old man in the mirror I look at the grey hair and the sad eyes I see each and every wrinkle I look at the old man in the mirror and I see life