Mirror, Mirror

Morning arrives, out of bed, coffee beckons, Pass the hallway mirror, reflection directions. Stop dead in tracks, return to check the vision Looking weary despite night's invasion. Closer inspection of my face Hair receding but not stopped intrusion Out of nose and ears, a forest is flourishing. Need a shave without question, Vision seems to say you have permission. Now I realise there are two voices, Mine I recognise, other not so sure. Younger man's voice still no recognition When you signed up for this adventure Did you believe there would be no questions? While I struggled for an answer, Questions flowed from the asker. Looked around, no one watching, Decided to join in this session. When I talk to myself, Questions are usually answered With the sense, that makes me happy This face to face has now turned ugly Now the vision is of a younger man, Struggle to understand recognition I stand in awe at the happening, Laughter comes from the younger man I now stand and listen Life's lessons are being given Mirror becomes mist covered, I lean forward and begin to rub. I freeze and look at two visions Mam and Dad stand before me. Ask the questions you did not before Could not speak, tears flowed Awoke in bed, it was just a nightmare. Lay there with the scenes fresh in my head Kitchen calls, coffee needed Pass the hallway mirror without a glance Return to mirror coffee in hand No vision now seen, not even me.