When I gaze into the mirror
I see an aging man that I know
should not be me and yet
I know that he could only be me.
I want to know just what I did
to fall into disfavor with the gods,
why they stripped me of
the immortality I knew
I once had, now gone.
I know there is no getting it
back and the gods have
moved on to other things
so I must live now knowing
my time is finite and shrinking
and if I have any doubts
the mirror lays them ever
so quickly to rest, so here
I am staring into the mirror
with eternity my fading shadow.