Is this really my reflection, looking back at me?
I barely recognise myself, however can it be?
It’s not that I mind aging, path for the course to sure expect –
Yet this worn and weakened presence is difficult to just accept.
Is this really my reflection? or an impostor in its place?
How can so much weariness be showing in my face?
I’d like the real me back, brightened with a healthy glow –
to reflect some more well-being, before I’m really getting old!