Strange World
© by J. D. Linton

In the mirror, some old stranger
Looks back at me
With my own eyes.

My body's wearing down;
Where did my life go?
My mind is still young.

My time is almost up.
In stillness, I hear my heart
Race with dread fear.

Used to dream of the future.
Now I dream of death
And wake up cold.

I feel betrayed
By the cosmic plan
That shortchanged me.

Look again at the reflection
Of sags and wrinkles
And mottled skin.

It's all a mistake.
That person in the mirror
Cannot be me.

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