Upon Reflection

 I don’t look in the mirror much…

not sure I recognize that fellow there.

Hairs come out of my head…

white ones…I’m molting my body

a few million cells at a time….

the slow flash of my life 

in front of my eyes…

I don’t look in the mirror much…

I see no profit in it…

no profit in regret, revenge or longing…

'dat fellow in the mirror 'dere look like

he don’t care much fo’ dem too.