THREE DECADES
I stand and stare. Looking back at me, A stranger smiles, then frowns. I do not recognize the man Who stands before me, Chiseled lines of Time Stalk the skin around his eyes And inscribe his forehead. Looking through his eyelids Almost closed from age I glimpse a familiar essence. Inwardly I remain Forever young, Forever challenged by illusions, Tilting at Time Like the aging knight errant Who stands before me. |