THE ROTS SET IN

Me confused, concerned
Inside searching
Remembering, reflecting,
l see you now
As I look deeper past my reflection

Strange seeing you after all this time
In athletic form,
Relay baton in hand, and
As my vision clears
l see the baton in hand is a walking cane

l see a man stooped
l see a hand now
Twisted, deformed
An arthritic work
In modern art

l see eyes now
Brown and strangely cold
As if exposed to too much
Too often The mirror never lies