Old Man, You Are
“Whose face is this?” he asks unto the mirror. “For it is that of your very own, you’ve had it now for many years.” “Oh my, how time has flown! And would you look at these hands.” “Yes, strained from a life of labor; strained so for those you love” “I miss them all so very much- those loved ones you speak of.” Next he surveyed his naked frame, much more skeleton than skin. “I used to live so free from cares and look what's become of me now, I can’t even climb the stairs.” “Your body is threadbare, my friend. And exactly as it should be, from carrying a spirit of fire.” “But I can’t go on walks these days and even from sitting I tire.” “I know, I know you’re weary. You’ve come a long, long way. So,now from life you need to rest, but just look at all that’s come of it- my friend, you’re richly blessed!” “I have one more question before I go I really must know, am I any more having come so very, very far?” The mirror paused in thought, and said “Yes, old man, you are.” GBE Written January 19th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 05:23 PM PST 10 • 0
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