The Mirror Poem by Philip Carter

The Mirror



The mirror shows a view of me
I wish I didn't see
The lines, grey hair, the eyes so tired
Can this be the real me?
Inside, some days I feel so young
And behave in such a way
Then other times it is so bad
I long for the last day
I think of all I could have done
And all I could have tried
But then the mirror lets me know
My body is so tired
Tomorrow I will hope to see
A better side of me
An optimist, so full of life
Someone who wants to be
But I know the mirror will
Never show a lie
So I will see the real me
Until the day I die.

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This was constructed on one of my depressed days
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