Old eyes searched a haunted image With hands that shook he touched his face Fearful he felt translucent skin Like cling film wrapped on bone Humbled he asked 'Who is this stranger'
Wait! I know this man I am sure I do Time receded a blur Friends from the past smiled in the bevelled mirror With hesitant hand he touched yesterday.
Remembering, women with ivory shoulders Pearls shimmering on beige lace Red lips that kissed with ancient guile Images teased his weary mind While he searched his mirror for a forgotten face 'Who is this stranger'
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'Mirror Image' is again re-submitted. It has been accidently deleted twice. Am fond of this poem it was written some time ago now and managed to survived my waste paper basket.
Beautiful words that evoke nostalgic images of another time, as memories reflect the person he once was...
Thank you for sharing!