I looked in the mirror and what did I see?
I saw an old man and realized it was me.
From my lips flowed words, very uncouth
What has happened to the face of my youth?
Life plays its tricks and accept them we must
But the golden years have now turned to rust.
Growing old is not pleasant and surely no fun
But sadly to tell you, from it we can’t run.
On many days my mind is in fog
And I find myself talking to my sleeping old dog
She begs me to pet her while lying in bed
And I reach over to scratch her warm head.
When I don’t give her treats she looks with some scorn
What can I do? She is Israeli born.
I tell her I love her.. that she is my friend
And she barks in Hebrew, a bark with no end.
My neighbors adore her and of course I do too
We’re a couple together, a dog and a Jew.
I hide from the mirror.. I’m hiding from me
The face looks so old, I don’t want to see.
It makes me feel angry and I’m full of much rage
Where is my youth? I’m just left with old age.
My family loves me and I love them too
I just wish the old mirror would make me look new.
There’s no sense in hoping, the pain will not last
But I really do do wish for the joys of my past.
The poem is ended, I’ve finished my verse
But thinking of Shakespeare, what could be worse?