Who is this man that I behold,
With white goatee and eyes so cold?
With light auburn hair so very fine,
And who has left his youth behind.
Who is this man with olive skin,
Who smiles at me with so shy a grin?
Six feet tall and dressed in blue,
Who is this man I wish I knew?
Two hundred pounds, still looks strong,
But then again I might be wrong.
There is something behind that smile,
That I haven't seen in quite a while.
He looks familiar, yes, I must say,
Just something about him, about his ways.
Who can this man possibly be?
I wish the mirror would confide in me.
10/23/10 Alton Texas
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