6 A.M.

*C. W. Eckersberg*

It
Could
Be
The
Person
I See
In
The
Glass
Isn’t
Quite
Me,
But
An
Aged
Relation
From
An
Alien
Nation.
How
Did
It
Come
To
Pass,
Just
When
I Glanced
Away,
I Became
Gray?
I Brush
Her
Teeth
And
Comb
Her
Hair,
Since
She’s
The
Only
One
There,
Dress
Her
In
My
Daily
Kit,
And
Make
The
Best
Of
It.
Come
What
May,
Here’s
A
New
Day.