With all its quantum capriciousness
Warps the image reflected back at me in the glass
In what seemed like the previous instant
(Or perhaps it was an epoch ago)
A young face used to stare at me
Uncertain, hopeful and optimistic.
Those shades of expressions haven’t changed
But the face has;
It’s grey, lined and worn –
A testament to the fact
That I’m riding a fast train to another plane
And by that I mean death
And the adventure that awaits us all.
This aging face is like an affirmation
Of the things that man and and science does not understand.
It’s like looking deep into the cosmos
And fills me with wonder.