it may well be that I no longer am good company
or that I never have been anyway
it’s not that people make me feel like that
it is myself that questions me
and I am spending more time with myself
than anybody else
I have noticed lately
a touch of crankiness
looking at me out of the bathroom mirror
I wonder why
is it just age encroaching on my life
with its assorted ailments
or disillusionment of archived teenage dreams
I look again at the reflection of myself
and see what I did miss before
there is a spark of youthful mischief in these eyes
even the serious bearded lips seem ready for ironic smiles
maybe no everything is lost
maybe I can myself keep company
for some more years with little strife
even, perhaps, until the end of my sweet life