Mirror Mirror Poem by Allan James Saywell

Mirror Mirror



Why lie to me
The image I see
Is quite foreign to me
Perhaps with a little more light
No alas, it has not changed my plight
Maybe some soap, water
Even though it stings my eyes
Runs down my throat
My face is somewhat like a map
The years etched by lines
Both new and old
Different pathes, decisions made
A young man no longer looks back at me

Wednesday, June 14, 2017
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