21. The Mirror
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man staring back at me.
The face I recognized,
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man staring back at me.
The face I recognized,
As we get older, we look back and realize that age gradually snuck up on us. Once we take the time to look in the mirror, it is a startled realization about the facts we must face. This poem...
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I once applied for a life online
Sadly, however, I was declined
They told me I was not eligible
So I wrote them a letter to complain
Amazing! "I guess I'll have to re-apply." That line says it all. Very often...almost every day, such thoughts come in my mind. I find this poem very close to my own reality. Nice work, poet!
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I'm not impressed with getting older.
It doesn't seem like a lot of fun.
Every joint seems to be seizing up,
And my feet won't let me run.
Have you noticed that your husband suffers from a strange affliction
That will most often affect him in the bedroom or the kitchen?
Though you must try hard to treat him with compassion and with kindness,
It is really quite the challenge dealing with Domestic Blindness.
I haven't been on this website for a while,
Your poem is amazing it really made me smile!
It's so uplifting to read something funny and lighthearted, thank you for sharing!