On my way to nowhere I adjusted the rear view mirror on my truck,
Then I paused for a minute or two because I felt like I was out of luck.
On my face I could see the wrinkles that looked more in tune with the times,
And on my forehead running from side to side I could see the thin lines.
Suddenly I couldn’t turn the key to get the ignition on and drive away,
My eyes made no attempt to deceive my mind as my instincts made me stay.
Deep thoughts visited me as my eyes affixed themselves to images I was seeing,
The memory of myself was before me and my heart had a hard time believing.
Minutes turned into hours while my delusional brain became aware of aging,
Cars behind honked as my blood started boiling and my anger was raging.
I still couldn’t move while I was in deep thinking of the person I had become,
Voices called out to me to move and finally my ears listened to some.
“Hey handsome young man I think it’s time you stopped looking at yourself!”
It was a short lady in a police woman’s uniform and a little taller than an elf.
Her words sounded so sweet as she acknowledge my true appearance,
So I started up my truck and smiled and wave as I felt the new experience.
Copyright © Oscarelizondo Tuesday March 10, 2010 12:03 AM