Mirror Mirror


Mirror, mirror
at the end of the hall
The same lie you will tell
when your mistress call
Vexed with vanity,
she'll want to be reassured by you
So you must tell her, she's beautiful still
Lie, lie again if you will
to this 50-year-old spinster
with no marriageable skills
Mirror, mirror
hide the cracks in the skin
Tell her she's as beautiful
as she was way back then
Just don't let her stand too close,
don't let her gaze too hard
She might not like what she see,
this true reflection of reality
Mirror, mirror
You served your mistress ever so well;
dressed her in illusion,
boasted that her beauty would always sell
But truth washes away your lies,
once she steps from the castle into the rain
All the young men look untoward her,
passing by her faded beauty with disdain
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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January 24, 2017 at 10:32 PM
Mirrors are very honest in reflecting one's true self. Only if we have the courage to see deep inside. Wonderful poem.
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January 23, 2017 at 11:34 AM
Hi Freddie, I really ejoyed this piece. It had a good message as well. Outer beauty will fade indeed. But that inner beauty will last a lifetime. So when one looks in the mirror the should focus on the beauty within and not so much on the physical beauty. A without doubt seven and a fav:-) Alexis
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January 23, 2017 at 9:27 AM
I have a mirror like that but it doesn't work anymore at all. Maybe the batteries are dead. I get to see reality whether I like it or not. Nicely done my friend.
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