REFLECTIONS
As I gaze in this mirror what do I see?
An aged reflection staring back at me
I can’t help, but to stop and stare
Old Father Time has not been fair
As I gaze in this mirror, I resemble another
Is it my Father or is it my Mother?
My face in the mirror now echoes the past
Like a glance, time is fleeting, ever so fast
As I gaze in this mirror I tremble with fear
That the end of my time is drawing near
From this mirror I need look away
Before I discover who I am today
J.J. Whelan Jan 2011