The Web Poetry Corner - James Bredin - The Old Guy in the Mirror
The Old Guy in the Mirror
That old guy who still stalks me; I should complain,
He stalks me everywhere in sunshine or rain,
He glances at me from mall mirrors now and then,
On the escalator I see heís at it again.
It canít be me because Iím not as old as him,
Though Iím older than I used to be -- eyes growing dim,
Why canít I strut my stuff and be noticed by those dames?
Those two over there, strutting their stuff at silly games.
But if I did, I might be considered stupid,
An old duffer trying to act like cupid,
Itís sad in a sense, since time has passed me by,
My crowd replaced by others that are not shy.
They donít appreciate that time is moving fast,
And their youth and good looks will soon fade in the past,
I just wish that old guy would stop following me about,
Glancing at me from mirrors as if he had some doubt.