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.
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