Who are you..
my reflection..
Staring back at me.
The thinning hair,
Beard of white..
The sullen sunken eyes.
When did you grow so old,
Where is your light of life..
Has it been extinguished,
Has life truly passed you by?
Does the sun of life still rise each day..
Do you feel its glow..
Or has it all..
Just slipped away,
Before your very eyes.