I Walk Past the Mirror On the Wall Guess What I Look Like Grandpa-

Looks like my grandfather's father over round brown with the second Grand my visits tan round my hair receeds Like his sounding wave I breathe nostrils serenade Puckered lips bouts pouts Stuck out like a fish Texas skin rough dried like oatmeal Teary-eyed saddened by my hopeless cheeks and dimpled glance I mirror myself and I Laugh and I look a, like my Grandpa 10/3/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020