The face I saw in the mirror;
was unfamiliar to me;
and the voice others could hear,
was strange; who could it be?
The book of life; turned movie;
renders photos of us to see;
and it certainly might behoove me;
to believe it’s a picture of me.
In this film; I was entirely changed;
different in so many ways;
certain of my features; rearranged;
I descended into a malaise.
I remember my face as impressive;
leaving others standing in awe;
my manner was most aggressive;
due to my protruding jaw.
But the face in the mirror is older;
much more so than I could believe;
and the one I’d recalled was bolder;
the change, I couldn’t conceive.
The physical man; no longer the same;
a totally different persona was he;
but the energy man who bore my name;
still the same man as me.
That physical man; a person of age;
is no longer what I used to be;
the energy man; a son of the Sage;
is what will always be me.