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Mar 2020
Who is this old man I see in the mirror?
I see his weathered, wrinkled face
and his white, thinning hair.
His tired eyes look back
appraising me.
Who can this be?
Surely not me.
It cannot be me.
Never Me...

In my mind I see myself
thin, strong, energetic.
I feel a lust for life,
eager for new adventures
and a hunger to explore
new ideas.
I have a youthful sense of humor
and a ready laugh.

No.
That image in the mirror
is not me.
The mirror is playing
a trick on me...

Yes! That's the answer!
Written by
Peter Farsje
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