I looked in the mirror and did not see the man I used to be.
The accumulated years have made their mark on my physiognomy
The wear and tear of life is stored in my eyes for all to see
It has been sometime since I reached my apogee
I am heading on a yet uncharted course to an unknown destiny
The years go by and the passage of time moves with alacrity
From the beginning to the end of existence
An infinite possibility.

Copyright 2006 John A. Raynard June 25, 2005 Haliburton