Sir Vilfred's Mirror
Sir Vilfred consults the mirror
gawks long at himself in horror
his limp, receding, graying hair
no longer that of a debonair
the tousled look of long ago
that used to enthrall women so
now only makes him look so old
at best, so tired, losing his hold
he looks away hurt, disgusted
just can't believe he's this wasted
he's still a stallion thoroughbred
he tries to convince Sir Vilfred
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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