Looking into my new mirror
To see what I could see
I saw a stranger looking face
Was staring back at me

It bore me no resemblance
To the person I once knew
A face now full of wrinkles
Far more than just a few

A nose so slightly broken
An ear had once been torn
Not sure it really was my face
I’m sure it’s too well worn

The face I can remember
Well shaven very clean
Wasn’t quite the same
As the one that I’d just seen

The stupid mirror that I bought
Shows many imperfections
So it’s going back from where it came
With its faulty wrong reflections


© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles