Boomer in the Mirror

I stared in the mirror this morning,

a very strange sight I saw.

The man displayed in the reflection,

looked nothing like me at all.

He appeared older and wrinkled and tired,

quite different from the guy I expected.

Likely the result of last nights fun,

too much spicy food his body ingested.

I really don't see how,

that face could possibly be me?

I know what likely happened,

a thief acted most surely.

My youth must have been stolen,

while I was asleep.

Who would be so brazen?

What kind of heartless creep?

But maybe I have not been robbed,

Its coming to me now,

Perhaps the mirror's simply broken,

though I don't know how.

So a brand new mirror I bought,

anticipating to see,

young normal awesome self,

looking back at me.

But something's still not right,

thought I with chagrin,

Its that same new old face,

staring back once again.

So the mirror is not faulty,

it would seem to appear.

And it can't be that I possibly,

could have aged that many years.

Therefore true it must be,

though some may not believe.

Space aliens have invaded,

taking bodies so to deceive.

Oh alright I will confess,

it may be far-fetched to say.

But I need to find some excuse,

to explain my old-ness away.

In my mind I'm but thirty years of age,

with top conditioned visage and physique.

To tell myself its all a lie and just a mask,

is truth my ego is not compelled to seek.

So I guess I'll live in denial,

a land of fantasy to call home.

A place where everything is the truth,

and I can write this poem.