Mirrored Image

Mirrored Image

As I stand before the full looking glass,
I wonder how can that image looking back
be me. Its not but yet it is.
The laugh lines around the sad eyes that
look at the world around me.
How can it be?
How can that mirrored image be me?

Clothes that dont fit,
hanging on a frame that is no longer tall.
How small I appear.
Wrinkles where there use to be none.
Lose skin in places where there shouldnt be any.

Sad eyes stare back at me,
lost in thoughts of the past,
a past put behind me or is it?
Thoughts come and thoughts go
wondering what other changes
aging will bring to this body that
I see, that is me.

Dropping down on my knees,
my reflection looking back at me.
Yes, that mirrored image is me.
But, how can it be?

Wrote 11/23/2009