i have maybe stopped reflecting
since i'm not reflecting well
and i may be even worse now
though it's much too soon to tell
i can still pour out my spirit
and my generosity
but somehow i lost my writing
and the gift that came to me
i wrote long and hard these decades
and they somehow disappeared
just a graying old man hoping
that his age had not yet neared
he looks lonely in the mirror
and the someone that he spurned
says you're right you're looking older
and i thank it in return
i count out all of my mem'ries
and the things that i have seen
i still feel like i'm a boy now
like i felt at seventeen
but that's simply not the truth now
time keeps going where it does
i am not the once boy wonder
i am not the man i was
let me stumble on the carpet
maybe find guitars in hand
pick them gently from the corner
and the places where they stand
they lie waiting with their questions
almost writ in tongue and pen
we were always at the ready
we just wondered where you've been
i was doubtful i would be here
at this point in all my years
where tomorrow lies abandoned
when another disappears
let me look into the mirror
maybe one more glance will do
stare more deeply at the image
maybe it can show me you