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.