A poem by my Dad
Man in The Mirror Sept.07/97 Reflections on my 71 Birthday
Who is that man in the mirror?
With lank grey hair and vacant stare
Who can he be? Surely not me?
With hairy ears and eyes full of tears,
He stares back at me, who can he be?
Surely not me! For only recently
I sat upon my Mothers knee
And only yesterday I skipped to school
To learn the rules of Calculus and Chemistry,
Then a short time hence
I became a soldier for Defence
Of Country King and Liberty.
For only yesterday again,
I took a wife, a lover for life
Then together raised a family.
I was a Farmer, a grower of Grain,
In the Sun and the Rain.
Though this is still a part of me
I must open wide my eyes and see,
That those happy years have fled,
And in the mirror by my bed
He stands; with shoulders stooped
And belly drooped,
Grandfather, Great Grandfather.
Then I know, with feelings of woe
HE MUST BE ME.s