Who’s that sitting in there
Amidst those wrinkles and the pain?
Perhaps if I seek further
It will be to my great gain.
Who’s that spirit that hides
Behind those wonderful shining eyes?
Perhaps if I’m lucky
I’ll pierce that earthly disguise.
Who’s that beloved soul
Lying within that misshapen form?
Perhaps it’s an old friend,
Who sheltered me in ancient winter’s storm.