Copy Cat Poem by Holmes Jim

I came face to face with a simple man,
Who offered up a thoughtful scan,
His gentle features were worn well,
But what he wanted? I could not tell,

This aging man with thinning hair,
Imparted such a deliberate stare,
He offered up, no telling sign,
But held my gaze, to my surprise,

I tried to read his quiet eyes,
His steady face of wrinkled lines,
Leaning in, he mimicked me,
I smiled back, but he would not leave,

I met him here, the night before,
We played this game of copy-cat war,
Late in the evening, if memory serves,
Peering back thru the bathroom mirror.