The Mirror Lies

A new year and an old mirror Who is this aging face it reflects to me Surely I have not become old What curse is time to rob your youth To drain you of vitality and vigor Yet leave you with desires To take away those you love As little by little they pass away only to remain in memory and sorrow Where is my cuteness of youth and juvenility That happy face that gained a smile with its own What happen to that full lush head of hair That dare the world to stare and was teased by fingers of young lasses running through it And those bright sunny eyes hidden by thick glasses And how dare those wrinkles crinkle the smoothness of youth I think of myself as young but am given senior citizen discounts without asking. People open doors for me and seem to talk louder. I hear the snickering of kids mocking me as old. Mirror what have you done, why take away the joy of a child The inner spark that keeps you loving, wanting, dreaming By exposing the old fart before you Mirror please lie to me, reflect not as I am but as I was Give me back that handsome face the radiance of fresh life Let me turn heads and draw stares of admiration again The world is in love with youth, a pretty face, handsome fellow the cuteness of a child. Get old get homely Mirror you are no longer my friend Your truth is damning For a moment lie, show me young briefly Shine that reflection of youth Allow me to smile at my image again. You are harsh yet humble, simple but true You show me as I am and lead me to its acceptance A vain reflection after all, not so bad looking for an old fellow.