The man in the mirror
As he contemplates this reflection that is looking back in mystery
Where on earth did those wrinkles come from ?
he does not feel that old you see
It is an impossible mission to hide the cracks of time
A laborious lifetime of labours, age advances are indeed an uphill climb
So from a plastic pallette
he applys his masquerade, meticulously masking any marks of imperfections..betwixt that morning ritual crusade
Eventually, tho alas never satisfied, he places the ‘Magic makeup’ on the habitual shelf..One can only do the best one can
to appease one’s inner emotional self
A recent sacramental routine, every morning is precisely the very same..A fatigued face curiously glares back with dismay, thinking ‘Where an earth has my youth gone to ? Oh what a shame”…
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love this poem
i wrote one
in 2017 called
the wish i should
bring that forward
and put it on here
and pops i know
you read it i was
looking at yesterday
Awwww Good morning my friend 🌹🌹🌹