Who is that stranger staring from the mirror?
He has wrinkles carved by stories unfolded
Eyes that hold the wisdom of experiences
A face that bears marks of battles endured
Hair once voluminous black, now a thin silver crown
Skin with furrows etched, yet his spirit seems unbound
Hands that now trembled, once so strong and sure
A lifetime seen, unreeling on the screen of his mind
He sees love, loss, fears and glorious happiness
A journey etched through time, with pride, untold
That guy may be old, but still a glint of light shines
Looking ahead for things yet to do and places to tread
