Future’s Past

In the mirror of time, I see
A man of past, and child to be
Woven treads of yesterday
Whisper dreams of dawns new day

Who am I, in this moment's grasp
A fleeting echo, or future's clasp
A journey's tale, yet to unfold
Both young and wise, still brave and old

Yet, as I peer, one thing is clear
The future's path begins right here
For in this mirror's silent art
I see resilience within my heart