Half of a Mirror

Half of a mirror I have a mirror in the hall it is cracked two mirrors in one but prefer the left part see an elderly face in peace with self Not the peace of death, but of one who has lived well. The right part is altogether different A face old before its time I`m not a Dorian Grey my sins is not of excesses, but rather of frugality and perpetual boredom A sour face that has absorbed every perceived slight that oozes out through loathsome pores. Too much to bear I will remove the right part and keep the part that makes me looking friendly even if it is not telling the whole truth which is not needed now that truth is for the naïve