Reflection

I caught my
reflection in a shop window.
Had to stop
before I could continue.
Did not recognise
the old man I have become.
I wished to God
that it could be undone.
Lowered my head
and walked up the street.
Becoming fearful
of those I might meet.
The bird of youth
has flown away
and in its place
I have come to stay.

red wine marquee signage on table
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