Just who is this old man,
Staring back at me?
So familiar is his face,
What could his name be?

He's got some features,
Quite similar to mine,
Perhaps he's a relative,
I'll find out in time.

His brown eyes are prominent,
With subtle crowsfeet grooves,
As I look away from him,
He mimics all my moves.

In an unsure voice I ask,
"Old man, what's your name?"
As I ask this question,
He echoes back the same.

In that very instant,
I begin to understand,
My perpetual inner child,
Has become this older man.

The trouble with this mirror,
Is that it doesn't lie,
I've seen my souls reflection,
And looked him in the eye.

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I'm 18 on the inside but 50 on the outside, it's difficult some days, but I'm coping, LOL,
Dennis:^)