Shadows and Mirrors

As I see that face
the one like a mirror
not of who
but a shadow
of a time
when i was there
not quite
not sure

But as I see that face
the shadow comes
and again I see
but not quite
so far away
but so close

A memory
of a time
when that shadow
would be a morror
of the boy
who's face I see

A memory of the
shadow of the man
that looks into the mirror
and sees that face
that is his son

-Winter 2001

(to all the boys who think their fathers could never be young and to the fathers who forgot what is was like to be a boy.)

--I was looking throw my poems and I found this one had not been posted, it is roff but I will eddit it and post that vershon a little later.