Stranger in the mirror

Stranger in the Mirror

This morning I woke up the entire house,

I was in true panic, shouting in a loud rouse.

I know what I saw and it couldn’t it be any clearer.

Call for help! There’s a stranger in my mirror!

It was a tired stare, a face so warn,

Undeniable stories etched, years forlorn.

“Where’s your silky smooth and soft like butter”,

I lean in for a closer look and begin to mudder.

A familiar eyes once shone brightly, now fated and dim,

As I’m drowning in their tears filled to the rim.

Where are those lushes long lucks, beautiful golden brown?

Why is the price of wisdom a shimmering silver crown?

These firm hands once carried dreams, now wrinkly full of spots,

They could move the mountains, now shaking joints with painful knots.

Where’s the youthful heart once filled with courage and vigor?

Always chasing something better, something bigger?

It’s no secret, there’s no doubt,

This getting older business makes me pout.

In this stranger's eyes, a spark of my former self remains,

A flame that flickers with memories, a life's enduring refrains.

A tale of trials and triumphs, a soul that's been refined,

A reflection in the mirror is a stranger, yet still, its essence remains mine.