Great poem, Thom. Made me laugh in places, which is saying something considering it's about aging and watching an old man inhabit the medicine cabinet - poking his face at me every morning, like he lives there or something. Yeah, was putting away some shirts and stuff in the dresser and pulled out an old piece of clothing hidden in the back. It was 55 years old and I kept it for some reason that I have since forgotten. Maybe a reminder that yes, I was once slim and youthful enough to fit into it. Cheers my friend.