No Reading Glasses Needed Poem by Dorsey Baker

No reading glasses needed
To see the signs
Roadmap of wrinkles upon the face
Weathered skin
Belonging to him
Strange reflection in the mirror
A few strings of
Yellowish white hair
A pencil neck
A wobbly head
Belonging to him
Strange reflection in the mirror
No reading glasses needed
To see the signs
Eyes become smaller
Slowly fading in color
He begins to
Slowly emerge
From a small straight back chair
Hot coffee await
The pot is boiling
As it sits upon the stove
The feeble old man
Appearing in the mirror
Is him
He sits back down
After taking a sip of coffee
After taking a puff
Of cigar