To make up for lost time

Sometimes he surprised
His mirror image
As if he realized
They were'nt the same age
« How can this face look
So different from me?
I read it like a book:
Disillusion,
No commotion »
Said he

In time the years shape
A man but for some of us
The mind have an escape,
From them, so miraculous.
Sooner or later
Hard will be the awakening
Showing a new feeling
Of depression
And deception
After.
Then in vain we try to make up for lost time