Reflections
Old man, face wrinkled with age,
moves slowly down bus,
walking stick in shaky hand.
Bus jolts, old man mutters.
Kindly hand grabs arm.
Fat lady, jolly face.
Aunt Betty when he was young.
Mirror reflections.
Old man sits down wearily
Woman in front,
loaded with shopping,
and two young children.
One with runny nose,
other chocolate covered face.
Wife, children long ago.
Mirror reflections.
Old man gets off bus,
walks down road.
Lowered head, eyes sad.
Places newly cut flowers
by gravestones, three.
Family killed in blitz.
tears run down face.
Mirror cracked.
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