Confused Poem by umoh cyril

Confused



Who is that on the mirror,
With his face so green,
He seems to stay in the mirror,
And looks exactly like me,

Why are my fingers red,
Like my grandmother's dress,
When she fell dead,
Twas all a mess,

Why do I grow fast,
And matured suddenly,
Like a bomb blast,
That kills instantly,

My hair is turning grey,
I see with this mirror I hold,
Its time for others to pray,
Because am growing old.

Saturday, November 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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