Mirror

Staring at me with eyes so bleak,

wrinkled and grey

A hollow man, freak,

Looking half asleep in the middle of the day

Emotionless, except for a tear.

Which tumbles down a craggy cheek

In remembrance of a better time,

Of when this man was at his prime

Days of happiness,

of laughing out loud

Happy faces,

smiles in the crowd

But who is this man,

that stares at me

With grey faced tan,

riddled with misery

I rubbed my eyes, then realised

Who the man was staring at me

It was my reflection,

It was me