He remembers when he was a boy

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