On old age

He sits across the room in a wheelchair

His eyes are windows to 84 years

Love
War
Happiness
Joy
Hurt
Pain

It all reflects in those watery not so blue pools.

He catches my eye

He smiles and it transforms him to the young man he once was.

And in him, I see my reflection.

He was once me

I will be him

We must all travel the same path

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