Like most people on any given day I stood in front of the looking glass and peered deep into the image looking back at me. Who was that old man with the wrinkled brow and leather for skin? Hair grew out of places I didn’t even realize there was dirt. “Are my ears bigger”? I wondered as I pulled on them like a child tugs a dog’s ears. I had come in here alone but now this strange old man stood at my mirror blocking my view of what I knew was a very younger man. Did I blink, and time left only to return to this ancient soul in front of me? Did I sleep, and the years left me while everything around me and in me grew without fanfare? A cup of steaming coffee on the counter, a folded washcloth and an unlit smoke in the clean glass ashtray. “better hurry up in there old man less you want to be late for your own funeral” who the hell was that”? I shook my head, took a sip and fired up the smoke. The wash rag was left untouched. As I opened the door I got one look at her and she was as young and as beautiful as she was some sixty years ago when we first met. She smiled, held out her hand and with a voice as soft as velvet beckoned me to follow. It has been said a true love will last beyond any defined word or understanding. I am about to find out……….Sunday, April 22, 2018
The looking glass
Like most people on any given day I stood in front of the looking glass and peered deep into the image looking back at me. Who was that old man with the wrinkled brow and leather for skin? Hair grew out of places I didn’t even realize there was dirt. “Are my ears bigger”? I wondered as I pulled on them like a child tugs a dog’s ears. I had come in here alone but now this strange old man stood at my mirror blocking my view of what I knew was a very younger man. Did I blink, and time left only to return to this ancient soul in front of me? Did I sleep, and the years left me while everything around me and in me grew without fanfare? A cup of steaming coffee on the counter, a folded washcloth and an unlit smoke in the clean glass ashtray. “better hurry up in there old man less you want to be late for your own funeral” who the hell was that”? I shook my head, took a sip and fired up the smoke. The wash rag was left untouched. As I opened the door I got one look at her and she was as young and as beautiful as she was some sixty years ago when we first met. She smiled, held out her hand and with a voice as soft as velvet beckoned me to follow. It has been said a true love will last beyond any defined word or understanding. I am about to find out……….
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