Mirror Horror
MIRROR HORROR
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Is it me I see at all ?
I part my hair on the left every night
He parts his hair on the right,
I am a right-handed breed
But he has a southpaw lead.
If I use two mirrors to correct the reversal
The guy I see is more universal:
Looks like anybody in the street
Not someone you’d particularly like to meet.
The more I see him the less I like the face
Time has turned it into disgrace.
My admiration of him is somewhat colder
Every year as I get a little older.
Thinner and thinner, the brown hair fades,
With rapidly passing decades:
Before that face becomes too crass
I’ll get rid of that looking-glass.
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Entered in Matt Caliri’s Contest - Mirror
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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