Who Are We?

I've heard of people needing
to find themselves?

I wonder where they look?

Do they try the pub,
the church,
behind the sofa?

A job?

Do they sit on top of a mountain
or spend forty days
and forty nights in a desert
gazing at the stars?

I find, myself,
that getting older
puts you in your place;

your voice begins to say the things
you really mean
and, looking in a mirror,
you're able to smile with tolerance
and understanding at that familiar face.

And you?

Who are you?