There’s that man again, I’ve known him since childhood days
He always returns my stare, with a steadfast thoughtful gaze.
His walk’s a bit slower now, and wrinkles crease his face.
Hair sprouting out of his ears, seem comically out of place.
I’ve known him all my life, he didn’t always look this way,
I hardly noticed changes, that came over him day by day.
He ran fast in his youth, jumped like a fox in the dell;
He could throw a ball hard and far, and hit it just as well.
He was once quite skinny, I wondered how he could survive
He played games vigorously, it was evident he was much alive.
In school he was quite clumsy, stumbled a lot o’er his feet
Then I remember... I too, tripped on things in the street.
I recall as we grew older, he stood straight, but not very tall
He blushed when girls looked at him, or if his name they'd call.
Later he entered the service, then married and fathered two.
His problems with kids were typical, until young adults they grew.
There were times I worried for him, yet... why should that be,
His life was no more difficult than mine; I don’t feel sorry for me.
When I see him now, I give a wink, or maybe just nod my head.
He nods in the same fashion, to show I have nothing to dread.
I’m certain we’ll meet often, for the rest of our natural life.
He’s a nice guy except... when he’s standing next to my wife.
I should be jealous of him, for they really make a nice pair.
But, if he stays on his side of the mirror, I guess I really don’t care.