Becoming Self Aware

As I look down at my own hands

I see the young man I once was.

Riding a bike, fishing in a lake

Seeing them as someone else.

Looking at my own body in the mirror

I see an older man, with an age worn face

The strength still there in my eyes

The smile that so many have loved.

Then my mind becomes active

It sees the young man I was

The boy who became a man

It sees what other people see

As my mind looks at itself

It tells me that someday this body

Will cease to exist, to become lifeless

Then the man I am becomes self aware.

May it always be…..me