Inner Man Poem by Gert Strydom

Once I knew a chap
who could parachute, drive his motorbike
to the limit and back,
who lived life as if tomorrow
would not be around,
who feared no enemy
and to whom life was planned,
set out from A to Z,
but somehow, somewhere I have lost him,
have lost him with the passing of time
and destiny changing every thing

and when I walk sometimes
I see his shadow following me
and in the mirror
it's a strange face that I see
and I wonder what have happened to me?