Reflections Of Time

I looked in the mirror and was surprised to see

A complete stranger staring back at me

Whose are those eyes, vacant and blue

They can't be mine this can't be true

That greying hair it can't be mine

Reflecting the years, the passage of time

Where is the youth that I thought I would see

This man in the mirror is worrying me

Alas I must finally recognize

That that is my hair, they are my eyes

I'm watching the stranger I hoped to never see

For the stranger in the mirror really is me!