The Lady In The Mirror

A lady came to stay with me
She's crazy as a loon.
I wish that she would go away
very, very soon.

She messes with things, she
eats my food, and she even
sleeps in my bed!

I know she is shrinking my
clothes, whenever I'm not lookin'

You would think since she's here
she would at least do the cookin'

When I go to the mirror, what do
I see, but her old haggared face
staring back at me......

She has grey hair, and wrinkles
and such, but she has pretty eyes,
and nice smile, but that isnt much

But its me I am trying to see in the
mirror, pretty, and young, and soft
brownish hair, but all I see is her.

Wait a minute! thats me in the mirror!
now when did i get so old?

I feel so young and vibrant and free
Why that is my reflection looking
back at me! O My Goodness, I cried
through my tears, I wonder what has
happened to me?

Oh well,I say with much sorrow,
I am what I am, and wont worry
about tomorrow......

Take me as I am, or leave me alone
you'll never know how many oats
I've sown.......
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
about seeing onesself as we really are...

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Comments (2)

thesunandthesea
--This may be one of the reasons why I don't spend much time in front of the mirror.grin
--- Does it really matter if the one in the mirror have wrinkles and not skinny or beauty as before? Time passes, thing changes, people get old...it's a nature.. smile If you are 40 and you have a face like a-4-month baby then I think you would be sooo scary n ugly to me.nerd ---Outer beauty is a rough thing, but inner beauty is the real thing.
---everyone is beautiful in each different way has different special features depending on each other's eyes. you are beauty as the way u r!! believe me!flower beauty is in the eyes of the beer holders!! lol beer who cares..

cheers,
S&S
marikia
Don't be afraid to look into the mirror. You are unique and you know it. You are likable just the way you are. Hold your head high and let the confidence we find in your poems be yours. You have nothing to be sorry about, cause you know this pretty well - you've sown so many oats yourself.
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