Reflections of Age

Reflections of Age By Franklin Price 5/20/2016 Reflections of age, in the mirror I see A face looking back that is older than me I know I'm not young, mind not as old as I look Years spent to get here took as long as it took Still see the boy who was outside all day With friends real or not many games he would play Cowboys and soldiers, searching swamps, climbing trees Imagination still there in eyes looking at me Visions of years spent in going to school Finding there was a brain and I wasn't a fool Thought I knew more than some teacher's I had Lucky for me was a soon passing fad Only too soon, the school years were done Had to fend for myself now that I was the one Had mentors who helped me to do it my way Give myself a quick smile that I did it okay A retired young man in the mirror looks back Just got out of bed, the wife's still in the sack Have to go make the coffee before she gets up A loving tradition reflected in the first cup