Reality hits me

every now and then

hate looking in mirrors

makes me shudder,

inside I think

I feel as I always have

yet outside I have changed

don't recognise this man.

Whats wrong with him I ask

why is his hair turning white

why is he making out

he is me?

Look he is wearing my suit

my favourite necktie

he even has

blue eyes.

I try to think

maybe I've been hacked

identity theft

my wife just laughs,

no one believes me

think I'm a fool

someones knicked my body

I tell them all.

Then it hits me

I've been ripped off

I'll sort this out

have a word with God.

So I tell him the problem

he replies with grace

'Three score years and ten.'

that wiped the smile off my face.

I scratch my head

deep in thought

supposed to stimulate the brain

but scratches where I am bald,

I guess I'm a loser

stuck way back when

hopefully those days

will return again.