Double Vision
When I look into the mirror
What on earth do my eyes see
I can see an old man staring
At a young man that is me
How I wish that this reflection
Was not so truthful and so bold
In my mind I still play marbles
But my reflection says I’m old
Where have those busy years gone
That consisted of my life
Seems like only yesterday dear
When you first became my wife
Quickly now the evening shadow
Has fallen over youthful face
I surrender to my plight now
And grow older with some grace
Copyright © Robert Andrew Lyle | Year Posted 2014
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