He looks at the mirror and sees a stranger
A wrinkled face, a hipster beard, a tattooed arm
He wonders where his youth has gone
And how he became so old and calm
He remembers when he was a boy
No glasses, no piercings, no worries at all
He was happy and free, he loved to play
He wore a beanie that made him feel tall
The beanie is still there, the only thing unchanged
He puts it on and smiles at his reflection
He feels a spark of his old self
A glimpse of his lost affection
He knows that life is too short
And that time flies by too fast
But he also knows that he has lived
And that his memories will last