
Mirror
I look in the mirror, and what can I see,
A face I don’t know staring at me.
Where is that child who played in the mud?
Or jumped in the puddle just because.
I look in the mirror, I pretend that I see,
another face staring at me,
Where is the little girl with plaits in her hair,
singing songs in an out of date flair,
I look in the mirror and what do I see,
Wrinkles, grey hair; an older version of me,
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Me.
I don’t always like what I see in a mirror. If only they lied now and again!
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Ah that mirror… it doesn’t like to give us what we would prefer to see!
Nicely done!
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What a charming and lovely poem. Well done.
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