Still Young

I
saw
myself
this morning
reflected in a
hallway mirror, common event.
However, this time I was held still by what I saw;
Seventy-five-year-old man whose wrinkles and sags were in full view, also the shock of
not seeing the twenty-some-year-old I expect to see each morning. I softly spoke
my name more than once trying to find compassion for
the stranger looking back at me.
As I turned away
it was me
again,
still
young.