'The Real Me' vs 'The Real Him'
I look in the mirror and what do I see
an overripe version of the ‘real me’
A little less hair than before
let’s just say, the Vietnam War
A little more flesh, especially ‘round the neck
two chins instead of one when I inspect
Wrinkles around and crow feet at the edges
of my eyes, no longer alarm or surprise
Facial hairs sprouting at such a rapid rate
I grow a full beard on a dinner date...
Yet if in that mirror were another
~ I'd be glad I didn't share his fate
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
