Double Trouble

Yesterday on the street I passed a stranger,
but the stranger I passed was me.
At first, I didn’t believe it was possible,
but it was, how could that be?

It wasn’t a window or mirror reflection,
and I have no brotherly twin.
I’m much too young to father children,
perhaps I’m a clone like him?

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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