Why Can'T My Mirror Understand
Why can’t my mirror understand
Just what I really need
I look and look and hope and hope
No matter how I plead
I still am seeing what I am
Not what I want to see
When hair was of a chestnut brown
The way it used to be
When skin aroused a velvet touch
And not a map of crepe
With eyelids smiling, opened wide
Without adhesive tape
This mirror cost me quite a bit
That magic shop downtown
Had promised gaze of pure delight
Not this depressing frown
I feel so swindled, yes I do
And here’s what else I think
That just in case, I signed that check
With disappearing ink
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2023
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