The Looking Glass
She is young and lithe and tall
But most importantly of all
BLONDE
A natural wonder to herself
For anyone can plainly see
As she struts and parades
Envading your space
She has arrived
Seemingly unaware of anothers pre sense
Her view is obstructed due to the height of her head
You as a fool is her favorite sport
The man in her life to be sure at times wishes he or she were dead
Empty little goddess
Not yet filled with the lessons which life will teach
If lucky enough to survive the pruning after her face meets the concrete
There will be new eyes to see
Another like she at 23
As I gaze in her mirror from twice her age
Who is it I see looking back
Why it's me
Copyright © Linda Williams | Year Posted 2007
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