The Looking Glass

She is young and lithe and tall But most importantly of all BLONDE A natural wonder to herself For anyone can plainly see As she struts and parades Envading your space She has arrived Seemingly unaware of anothers pre sense Her view is obstructed due to the height of her head You as a fool is her favorite sport The man in her life to be sure at times wishes he or she were dead Empty little goddess Not yet filled with the lessons which life will teach If lucky enough to survive the pruning after her face meets the concrete There will be new eyes to see Another like she at 23 As I gaze in her mirror from twice her age Who is it I see looking back Why it's me