THE FACE IN THE WINDOW

                              THE FACE IN THE WINDOW

Throughout my life, I've been aware,
of someone watching me.
I simply could not understand,
what reason there could be.
Year after year as I grew up,
no matter where I'd go,
I'd see him, ever watching me,
that face, in the glass window.

At first it didn't bother me,
back when I was quite young.
I'd stop for something, see him there,
just turn real quick, and run.
Then even as a young adult,
when I would see him there,
I'd stop, and look right back at him,
and sometimes, even stare.

But as the years have travelled on,
and he still looks at me,
I worry now, because he's changed,
I fear the things I see.
His look, is much more serious,
his face, all creased with time,
He studies me, in such a way,
as if to read my mind.

I wondered, and I worried,
who this old fool could be,
Until one day, I realized,
that this old fool, was me.
It was my own reflection,
kept looking back my way,
Just watching me, grow slowly old,
day, by day, by day.