Glance in the Mirror

I glanced in the mirror, didn't expect to see

Such a youthful man staring back at me

No wrinkles, few lines, scarce sign of wear

Hardly any residue of the life I've lived here

Hanging on the words of brilliant, troubled kin

I expected to see wrinkles, hardened eyes, drooping skin

To see a story carved that has not yet been

The scars of an ascent towards a glorious mountain