Looked in the mirror and saw my father there
A sudden cold chill ran through the midnight air
He turned so old so fast before he even realized
He still looked like he felt so young in his eyes
I could see age had taken over his ghostly face
Every wrinkle and blemish in it I could trace
Sparse hair whiter than I remembered it to be
He looked like he was feeling so much misery
His spirit looked young but his body looked old
I looked at him and what a story his body told
His body shriveled and hunched over as he walked
Spoke of only things from his past when he talked
When he tried to make his way across the floor
It took him a lot longer than it ever did before
As he slowly vanished away I could then see
It was not my father in the mirror but it was me
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Another great write
I know I have looked at myself in the mirror and asked the same question. I think it is something we all go through as we age.I like how you intertwined your own aging with that of your father, how you noticed the differences but he seemed not to and how you are noticing the differences in yourself. Good job!
RoseBlack
Thanks again for your kind comment. Like some people I am sure I feel so young to be so old.