Growing Up

He bluffed his way through it with a thickening beard
and no one around him thought that it was weird
they believed he was growing up, shedding the skins
but he was a baby, trapped for his sins

he travelled the globe, painting a dream
seducing the ladies, keeping them keen
dancing all year to the sound of his song
under fake stars, the glint had all gone

he then met a gentleman who was one hundred and four
clean shaven, well dressed, he stood at his door
no questions to ask him, not even his name
mirror reflecting, no one to blame.