A Wilderness of Mirrors
What do I see,
you are looking back at me.
In my youth wearing a top of pink polka dots,
with a skirt of green and orange fabric knots.
As I looked-I laughed until I cried,
every time the wilderness mirrors walk by.
These very old mirrors are such a thrill,
they love my fashion wear even if it is over the hill.
The years have gone by,
now I am old and that is not a lie.
This wilderness of mirrors hangs high,
no more catching my youthful eye.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2025
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