Metamorphosis At Seventy

My hands have become another’s

and when I look

into the mirror,

the face staring

back at me belongs to someone

I remember

from another

time. These feet, too,

seem quite familiar and yet I

wonder when they

 appeared and what

became of mine

                                                   JDG

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