Old Timer

I could tell that he was growing old
Just by the stories that he told
I could tell that he was growing wise
Just by the lines that framed his eyes
There was something familiar in his voice
When he said to me that life's a choice
I knew that we had met before
But when and where I wasn't sure
He spoke of love that did not last
He told of friends that had now passed
He spoke of life ,of pain and hate
From days of bad to nights of great
He said that I would know some day
How every single hair turned grey
He said a difference I could make
If I just gave myself a break
He said that God was my best friend
That I would find out in the end
We spoke for hours until I knew
I was familiar to him too
That's when it hit me
This man I see
Was in the mirror
This man was me