Old Meets Young

What if the old tree was looking at its reflection and saw a young version of itself?  At times when I look at myself in the mirror, I know I delude myself because I don't see an old man but a youth I want to remember.  Or perhaps, it is the image I want to be remembered.  Ah, vanity of vanities... how shall I cast thee away?  Sip herbal tea, put on some mascara and apply some make up...  I'm ready for the Rocky Horror Show.