I am looking at my
reflection, and I see
a young child holding
my hand.

I look down but my
palm is empty, I look up
once more, and I see a
gentlemen of senior years
with his hand on my
shoulder, I look to my side
but no hand can I find.

Confused I look up and see
myself, and realize that I
am a reflection of my past
innocence, then myself
who us  learning, and
then finally the wisdom
of age.