Mirror

Looked in the mirror today,
not the face of yesterday.
Much more gray and worn,
is it real or a joke? I am torn.
I know time has taken it's toll,
but in one night could I have
grown this old?
No way this can be,
this damn mirror is lying to me.
My once thick black hair is thinning,
in the battle my forehead is winning.
Side burns have some gray,
really did not notice that yesterday.
I tell myself this is not me,
I will not go peacefully.
So I apply the dye, cover the gray;
So I can return to yesterday.