I looked into a mirror
and then I smiled to see
A pleasant smiling image
reflecting back at me.
When I'd taken a closer look
my skin seemed young and clear,
not a blemish was in sight,
starting my day with good cheer
There were a few small wrinkles,
though not so many to count
I would have thought at my age,
I'd have a larger amount.
It left me feeling quite chuffed
that I was ageing so well.
My hair still being light blonde,
I felt pride starting to swell.
Then taking a final glance,
at the reflection I bore.
I was quite shattered to see
it wasn't the same as before.
I'd put on reading glasses,
a shock for me was in store
the image now had altered,
showed my age of eighty four.
Wrinkles had covered my face,
my skin not smooth as before
brown spots were in abundance
too many, I couldn't ignore.
My hair no longer was blonde,
it turned white as driven snow.
I removed my reading glasses,
to stop this pitiful show.
I then rushed to the optician,
explained what was needed to do
I wanted rose-coloured glasses
to definitely change the view.
Receiving rose-coloured glasses,
they quickly improved the sight,
so when I look in the mirror,
my reflection's one of delight.
Copyright © Vivien Wade March 2018.
Copyright © Vivien Wade | Year Posted 2018
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