I glanced into the mirror <br />and it replied with a solitary word: <br />'Old.' <br /> <br /> <br />The thin silver hair, the wrinkled eyes, <br />the cast-iron frown. All quietly snickered: <br />'Old.' <br /> <br /> <br />A voice within me softly answered. <br /> <br /> <br />'Old indeed I am. But not dead. <br />Not quite. Not yet. Not ever.'<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thorns-of-time-thus-spoke-the-immortal-soul/
