Reflections

In a snap of a finger,
With a wink of your eye,
And a clap of your hand,
You turn your head,
In a glaze in a frosted mirror,
You will see a reflection of one's inner self.
A shadow of a figure you once recognized,
A person from years ago, looks back at you,
Only now you see a hollowed face,
Grey hair and wrinkles,
But that same inner sole speaks a familiar voice,
You barely are familiar, but it's you, smile back and live on.