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.
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