On the Other Side of the Mirror

When passing through town caught mirror reflects
With shoulder-fallen hair as liquid gold
Determin-ed eyes and set of mouth bold
Too young to be me, and yet those aspects
Fell away t'ward illogic with the prospects
Of them showing me the life that is stowed
Away deep, waiting to become centerfold
And prominent, now and then recollects.
Compelled and in the mirror beheld
The old beauty that was one manifold
Beauty that was florid, fluid, vivid
May this my aspiring vision upheld
So to make my self that is now languid
A hybrid of now and then, less putid.