Who is This Man,

that stares back at me
from my mirror each morning?
I don’t recognize him.
He bares no resemblance to the man I see
in the mirrors of my mind.
He is older, and sadder.
He is more care-worn, and tired.
Yet…

He is wiser, and more patient.
quicker to forgive,
more caring,
more gentle.
I would like to get to know him better,
but each time I turn my gaze
he disappears,
only to be found again,
the next time I shave.

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