The Old Man and the Moon in the Mirror

I don’t gaze in the mirror like I used to

But when I do I see Papa staring back

He seems so tired

The energy used 52 years ago has diminished

From buoyant 1970 love and anticipation

To a drawn and befuddled image

Encircled by disheveled gray corona

We have taken steps of conscience

And they are taken together

I remember messy puddles

Occasional unexpected holes

But we find resolution not in glory

But satisfied we are the imperfect answer

Of our togetherness

Today as the old man stares back from the mirror

I am comforted because the shadow of the hawk

Still flashes before our eyes

And love without aging thrives

Barbara you are eternity and govern the heavens

Where you master your beloved moon and me

We continue to marvel the celestial wonder of us

And gaze at your magnificent construction

As creator of an old man and the moon

Where we continue to live as us

Through the surplus of days

By Giulio Magrini

From: United States

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