Manacle braids

I look in the mirror and I see youth.
The tenderness
Of innocence,
Fatal lack of
Experience.
The mirror rare
Shows such truth.
I look in the mirror and I see youth.

I look in the mirror and I see age.
The weariness
Of decades.
Lines drawn from
Manacle braids.
Did I grow old
Sitting in a cage?
I look in the mirror and I see age.