Article: That Man In The Glass
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That Man In The Glass
I looked in the full length mirror and I saw the reflection of this aged man, maybe an octogenarian, gaunt looking and shrunken in bodily vitality. I can hardly make out the last vestiges of the dreamer?s soul, that hunk-a-mania that has been telling of the name (Pogie! is my pet name, excuse me) and that dynamic, indefaticable spirit that used to never knew the meaning of the word can?t.
I looked again, this time closer to the man in the glass. It took me a delayed minute more to realize that this fellow sporting an ill-fitting long hair and prematurely wrinkling skin and dead eyes was? myself. Or what used to be, me. I almost didn?t recognize the stranger.
But the eyes, they seem to accuse me.
About the Author: WILLIAM Biagan Ramos is a person-on-wheelchair....
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