The Doppelganger Poem by Phil Soar

I stared into the mirror at my doppelganger
Like me, he looked as if age had crept upon him overnight

The wrinkles on his weary brow like waves on the sea
As I winced at the sight, they seemed to ebb and flow like the tide

The eyes, although seemingly sunken, were quite bright
Yet the unshaven face was like coarse sandpaper

While washing, the water ran around the wrinkled channels
Passing strange spots, like craters of a human moon

And the excess hair on the nose caught droplets on their way
I looked again, and saw myself, and not my doppelganger

I wondered if, wherever he is, that he thinks he looks like me
I hope not.