When I look at his face
I can see how he's aged
It's been quite a while
Since we've been reengaged
Now his hair's mostly gray
And skin splotched in spots
But his eyes are still clear
Though he's seen quite a lot
When you see friends and family
From day to day
The changes seem slight
Like faint shades of gray
But as the years roll by
Even weeks seem to matter
The skin's not so tight
We're not so easy to flatter
How you doing, old friend?
I ask with a grin
He asks the same thing
As he scratches his chin
And with one final look
We take a step nearer
Then in unison step back
Away from the mirror
Photo provided by my good friend, Dave Benzschawel
