I glimpse into a mirror

And this old guy looks back at me.

Usually I don't even recognize him,

More often than not, this my terror.

I see this old guy on a regular basis

As he takes a look my way.

I want to see what will happen

As I glimpse a mirror, darkly.

12/27/2006

Author's Note: Sometimes I write, inebriated...

Posted on 12/28/2006
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