Notes About The Poem
8 July 2023
Contest: Humerous
Sponsor: Jay Narain
Him and I
He glared at me through bloodshot eyes, which might be rage or age
I settled on the latter as I’m something of a sage
His hair seemed quite unhappy to be on that awful head
I think that’s why I caught him as his hair was being shed
He gave a little grimace and I stared in disbelief
How can someone so decrepit still have his own teeth
The thing sucked in his breath to boost his chest and slim his waist
But that showed off his man-boobs and he looked a bit disgraced
I’ve been twenty-one for forty years now, give or take
But this guy has been ninety since Eve chatted with a snake
Everything I saw portrayed a thing besieged by years
A thing so wretched that it brought me very close to tears
I called out to my wife and I was trying not to weep
‘Darling, when you bought it… was this mirror going cheap?’
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