Grumpy Old Man (A Poem)

Image by OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay I look in the mirror and see a ghost. A grumpy old man where my image should be. His hair is grey, he’s carrying some extra pounds And his eyes no longer sparkle with a feeling of being carefree. He looks a bit familiar, like I’ve seen him some place before. Was it at some sort of function or celebration? From his facial features, it’s possible He might even be some sort of distant relation. He looks so sad and grumpy. His face is so grim. It makes me wonder What the world has done to him. As I study this mirror apparition, I ask myself “how could he let himself go like that?” I try to be respectful, But he’s just so sad to look at. I guess I shouldn’t be so quick to judge him, Like I am some sort of referee. After all, I’m sure there are plenty of things On which he and I would agree. So what if he can’t keep his eyes open in his chair? It’s not like there’s anything wrong with an afternoon nap. Plus, he’s not wrong, To...