Mirror

What do you see?

Mirror

 

Are there, tell me truth

Any not troubled by you

For even those blessed with youth

And ravishing

Have mental slips

And those higher-up, say famous

Can also succumb

Find frailty. Expose fear

Be wounded by an impartial stare

So, in your false frame

Is it vanity

That lingers over memory

Where pomp and circumstance

And all pride eventually

Is pricked

Author's Note

on holiday, in a foreign bed. wake-up and see...

Reviews

[mikedohsays]

we seek moral, visual, spiritual and physical integrity. it has a habit of eluding us