I looked into  my mirror today, and saw an old face watching me.  He wasn’t there yesterday, but I never see the same face twice.

There have been lots of them.  Years ago with brown hair and clear eyes, features that spoke of youth. Portraying a sense of curiosity and yes, even a sense of innocence.

He left a long time ago, the space filled by someone older.  The brown hair still in evidence, but with increasing hints of gray.  The face was familiar yet different.  Lines where there had been none before.  Eyes crinkling when he smiled.  The once lean, tight face exhibiting the first signs of age.

You could sense that time had passed.  Experiences lived had had their impact on his being.  The innocence was gone, replaced with signs of maturity.  He appeared comfortable with life and the challenges it presented.  Tomorrow carried untold possibilities and he welcomed them.

Then he too was gone.  And now, another man.  The one that visits today.  The hair now mostly gray. Eyes that speak of many roads traveled  The vitality once displayed is void, replaced by a quiet confidence. 

His face is much more thoughtful now, reflecting the wisdom deposited there by the passing of years.  He has made peace with himself, accepting who he is.

I smile.  He smiles back.  I like him.  I am happy with who I see.

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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4 Responses to Reflections

  1. msmcword says:

    It is too bad that most of us don’t learn to accept ourselves until later in life.


  2. splitspeak says:

    Lovely post “I smile He smiles back” 🙂


  3. gpcox says:

    You made me think and I agree with you. I am more at peace with myself than I’ve ever been. You are the wise one.


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