Bathroom Thinking
Obsession and some Barbasol so occupy my sink
A razor and a toothbrush and some Colgate too I think
A bar of soap, a washcloth, oops, there’s perfume there as well
And some dainties hanging on the door that makes my head now swell
The image in the mirror’s not as young as it used to be
But still there is some promise on the face that I do see
I might be in my forties, but I still think there’s some youth
Left within the mirror , a face that bares some proof
I stand and look around in this tiny bright commode
And realize, it’s just a place that exists in my abode
For all the rooms, they hold me, or a presence of the me
The man there in the mirror, the youthful guy, I see
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2009
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