IDENTITY

I am young?
I am old?
I do not know
Do you know?

The old man in the mirror is not me
The young man peering out is me?
When my joints hurt I am the old man
When I dream of the future I am the young man
Who am I?

I can envision beauty and romance
And I am the young man
I can feel the pain in my joints
And I am the old man
Who am I?

L. Austin