A MIRROR'S PORTRAIT

That shiny object on the shelf

collecting dust like myself.

I see an image, something old;

Creases, wrinkles, familiar folds.

A closer look. Oh it's gross;

Grey hairs, stubble, some bearded growth.

I turn away from a look well-worn;

A sigh of relief, the image gone.

For to see that face scares me so

All that youth, just where did it go?

And again I'm drawn to that shelf

To find that image........ of myself.

Reviews

[alf]

Hi Andrew. I am so sorry but this one had me in fits of laughter. As I read I saw the image in the mirror doing a double-take, then going back for a closer inspection. I saw the disbelief as the image tried to figure everything out. So much loved this!!! alf

[~]

aha mine too, so i thought of all the blemishes i find when i look in the mirror and when i think: ewwww they have to look at this? then, I know, i should get to know myself's "looks" better than anyone! great thinking here.

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks you MS

[nazia]

This is the story of all of us. no one wants to grow old and wrinkled though each one of us wants to be considered wiser. ;)
the description of old age is so realistic that you almost got me scared of growing old. Nice write :)

[andrew mitchell]

thanks nazia for your time to review :)