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