The Old Man in the Window

The old man in the window

Kind of caught me by surprise;

A reflection so very slow,

I recognized those drooping eyes.

On that busy street I swear to God

Outside that store when it struck me,

That was me that sorry sod,

And when so old did I get to be?

A million times I’d walked that street,

Light of foot and young at heart,

But then it was I’d chance to meet,

In that window this older fart.

And kid myself I could no more,

The proof was in the window there;

Holy crap outside that store,

I knew it was impolite to stare ….

But damn it I was caught off guard

Was that old man really me?

And though I looked long and hard

In the end I knew it couldn’t be.

Now in windows I don’t look

For to reflect there are other ways,

And to that old man I mistook,

Happily inward I’ll keep my gaze.