Mystery Lady
Who is it I see
In the mirror today?
Who is that lady
With hair of gray?
Who is that woman
With wrinkly skin
And brownish spots
And a double chin?
It’s surely not I –
It must be a joke!
Perhaps I’ve dreamt
And haven’t awoke!
For I look young
And smooth of skin.
I’m clear of eye
And certainly thin!
So who’s that lady
Whose image I see?
Of one thing I’m certain –
It isn’t me!
Copyright © Barbara Peckham | Year Posted 2021
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