My reflection screams old man at me.
What shall I do? My thoughts are at sea!
The wind’s gone from my sails.
I now know what me ails:
The mirror it lies! Can I this old really be?
As I age my knee pain is getting bad.
Must accept it without being so sad.
Could it be a blunder,
I quietly wonder
Who’s that looking back? Not me! It’s my dad!
I gaze into this mirror so shiny,
On the ocean of life I’m so tiny.
My face looks so worn,
My skin rather torn.
Is it true that this reflection is me?
Can I now look at myself with affection?
My body is no longer perfection.
Each wrinkle I see
A precious memory.
I sit back and embrace my reflection.