Images Reflected

You can't trust them Tangle in the spider webs mind You see reflection of your outer soul It shows the wages of time In every line on once so smooth a surface You smile Creams, powders, stretching, the knife Once youth escapes it can not be recaptured Only remembered In old photographs, home movies Images Reflected A moment capture Frozen Before Since Once Vanity is pride in denial No you can't trust them Mirrors never speak the truth but they show it Love yourself old and your heart stays young A breath of reality swooshes the spider webs clear You can trust them Life is good You smile.