Mirror Horror

MIRROR HORROR Mirror, mirror on the wall Is it me I see at all ? I part my hair on the left every night He parts his hair on the right, I am a right-handed breed But he has a southpaw lead. If I use two mirrors to correct the reversal The guy I see is more universal: Looks like anybody in the street Not someone you’d particularly like to meet. The more I see him the less I like the face Time has turned it into disgrace. My admiration of him is somewhat colder Every year as I get a little older. Thinner and thinner, the brown hair fades, With rapidly passing decades: Before that face becomes too crass I’ll get rid of that looking-glass. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Entered in Matt Caliri’s Contest - Mirror