Mirror, Mirror... Poem by Denis Martindale

That man in the mirror told me, with memories galore
And as if to warn and scold me, he pointed out each flaw...

He said, 'You ain't a millionaire, celeb or movie star!
In fact, you've nothing but a prayer, just look at what you are...'

They say that sleeping cures all ills, so I dozed off to sleep...
As each new dream the old void fills, perhaps some skills to keep...

Then I saw her! The one I chose from every girl I've known,
My dreamgirl dressed in fancy clothes... I pine for her alone...

Her boyfriend there, as plain as day! The guy who wasn't me,
The guy who stole my girl away and caused my Calvary...

When I woke up, the mirror man reflected on my loss,
He wondered if it was God's plan to put me on my cross...

But with new faith that grew within, just like a mustard seed,
I said to him, 'I'll not give in... This lesson I must heed...'

'Yes, heed this well! ' he then replied, 'You ain't as girls prefer!
In fact, you'll never get a bride whatever hopes occur...'

He said, 'Don't fall in love again! You know it hurts you so! '
I've not much time for mirror men, in fact, he'll have to go!

From this day on, I'll search and search, in hopes I soon propose,
To wed my bride inside a Church where true love overflows...

I'll prove him wrong, no matter what! She's out there even now...
And I'll give everything I've got to marry her... somehow...



Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2012.