Facing Up To It Poem by Phil Soar
Facing Up To It
I saw my face reflected in the mirror on the wall
I felt like it was not my own, a face I can't recall
Wrinkled, drawn and weary, like age had taken hold
A pure white alabaster, that looked so used and cold
It made me question everything, and dwelt inside the mind
The things I'd put my fizzog through, appeared to be unkind
A face that showed an anguish, and told a tale of woe
How was I going to live with it, I really didn't know
That mirror on the wall had caused a shock that made me think
My youth had left me years ago, and almost in a blink
My understated values, were now in disarray
I stared into that mirror, and shouted 'Go Away! '
With the passage of time, things, including our own faces, change. We must accept this change gracefully. Though, you have treated the subject in a lighter vein, the message is clear. Thanks: That mirror on the wall had caused a shock that made me think I stared into that mirror, and shouted 'Go Away! '
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4/16/2024 6:55:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I have to look at that mirror everyday or else I will cut myself shaving.