Aging Reflections

I passed by a man

I knew, as a kid,

And was young back then.

He had few grey hairs

And a deep stare.

I tried to draw near

To see the lines’ shape,

But I stepped back in fear;

What if I saw mine instead?

I looked at the glass,

And saw a reflection of an old man.

I was afraid to remember

How I looked as a child;

I am so much different:

Body and soul and mind.

And here I think

For the first time:

I knew for sure

That I grew too old.

I saw myself aging through

The eyes of another man

Because we never really know

Until we see the wrinkles

On someone else’s hands.