Mirror

Whimsical

Mirror
Mirror on my dresser there
What can be done about this hair
The colour was good three months ago
Now it looks like the back of some old sow
I see my face reflecting there
My smile is getting strangely thin with wear
My neck it creases when I look close up
And my nose is getting little pink spots
My eyes are blue but lined with age
As I smile at my reflection gaze
But what is life if we don't change
And become much wiser with age
I look at photos of a younger me
And recognise only my dimples that I see
The alternative to all of this
Is to die quite young but that's amiss
So to everyone of us here
We are all evolving with our years
Let's run the race let's play fair now
For we are all in the same boat somehow
So when I see my reflection vain
I'll just remember I'm lucky to remain

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

Whimsical is my third favorite word.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Really I love it too

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Thanks to you both for reading and. Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed this poem. Real life and some wisdom shared.
"So when I see my reflection vain
I'll just remember I'm lucky to remain"
The above lines are true. I always liked the old faces. Stories to be told and written in their eyes and skin. Thank you Julie for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I'm wondering if you wanted to call this "Wear & Tear, instead of "Mirror"...the mirror only reflects the truth...but life is inevitable in that we grow older and not much can be done, but accept the facts of who we have become in the cycle of life...or the moment in which you're in at the present...great day...good to read this one...