Reflection Haikus

Look in the mirror. Who is that weathered, old man staring back at me? When did this happen, Life replacing youthfulness with experience? Do others see me as an aged progression of who I was then? Or as the version I have now morphed into - an antique vessel. But mirrors don’t lie. They just show the reflection of a true image. So, if I embrace: “Who I am, not who I was,” then there’s acceptance. That gives this old man, the one with weathered features, permission to smile.