In the mirror I saw my own fragility 

Sagging contours weighed heavy by age

An arid landscape of fissures and brushland 

Time had eaten away its lustre 

Leaving a fallow space

The eyes, once sparkled crystal blue

Now faded pale & weary

I studied this ageing fossil 

This reflection of reality 

Scratching at the brushland

Wondering what time had done

with the young man I once knew

Then I smiled

And a little sparkle returned to those jaded blue eyes

A little conjuring of the boy still inside

He flipped, his older version, the bird

Fuck you, he said

The mirror image mouthed the same 

And we both parted ways