Who am I

Who am I , sometimes I wonder, 
a sunny day, or approaching thunder.
A mirror’s reflection, is that  really me?
When others look, who do they see?

What  I do, or what I say,
or what I think , or how I pray,
who I love, or who loves me
who I am, or want to be.

I remember me from years ago
Where is he, I don’t know.
And when I’m gone and I can’t see
What will others say of me

What ever they say, friend or foe,
they can’t be right, if I don’t know.