What happens 
When you become 
Too old to pretend 
That you are 
Tarzan 
And
When you look
Into the mirror
It is
Your father's face
Staring back 
Whilst your grandfathers 
Look over 
His shoulder 

We all know 
This world spins
Though we can't see it
We all know time moves
Though we can't
Always 
Feel it
And then 
Sometimes 
There is 
A jolt
And everything 
Is thrown 
Into perspective 
For the flicker 
Of the life 
Of a match
And then it 
Is gone
Though
Its memory 
Dances
Just behind 
Your eyes 
As a semi-permanent 
Shadow
Waiting 
To become
Reality