Old friend

You're looking old, my friend,
and if I may say, a little sad.
Such is the nature of the honesty
our chats have always had.
And now your looking tired too,
worn down, defeated.
Where once I saw an extrovert,
I now see a man retreated.
The boy you used to be is gone,
never to come back.
The fresh faced look of yesterday,
hides 'neath stubble, grey and black.
The wrinkles now say character,
where their absence once said youth,
and eyes that once said innocence,
now show experience and truth.
That's not all, there's something else,
as if a sadness shrouds your soul.
hiding scars you cannot heal
whilst two halves remain unwhole.
But you know my friend, its up to you
and the choices that you make,
for our path is one we draw ourselves
by the decisions that we make.

Martin Swords
Such is life. we see in others that which we cannot see in ourselves. Or maybe it is ourselves, but we don't recognize it. Thanks. Martin. your? you're?

Gerard Lebel
Another little gem of a write. A most enjoyable read.

Poor Phraser
I see someone looking in the mirror.