These moments 

We need to remember 

But we don’t 

I had a full had of hair 

It was brown 

There were no flecks 

Of salt and pepper grey

in my beard 

And now

As I gaze through 

My glasses 

I forget that once

I had no need of them

To read

And I see 

A photo 

Of a friend 

And I have to stare 

Because he looks 

Like someone’s 

Dad

Or dare I say 

Grandad

And it wasn’t so long 

Ago 

We were drunk 

In a fiends garden 

And it was his parents 

Who were looking 

Old and

Not us 

Not me 

But I am 

Not so old

Not yet

And probably 

I will never be

Even when 

My hands shake 

And my spine is

Twisted 

And my mind

Wanders back 

To

The foolish 

And carelessness 

Of youth 

That hides 

Inside me 

Peeps out 

From the mirror 

But only 

I 

Can 

See