MIRROR MIRROR
Mirror mirror on the wall,Who is that wrinkled up old fool.
The one with the double chin,
The one I see when I look within.
Why can't I see that handsome devil,
With long black hair not disheveled.
The muscled frame nowhere in sight,
Who would be beside your side in a fight.
Yet when I look within that looking glass,
Why can't I see a young man standing here.
Instead of an old fart full of fear,
Who thinks the mirror may draw him in.
If he stands to near.
For it makes me nervous with fear and gloom,
For when he turns around he's in a different room.
With no fire burning brightly in the grate,
There's a cream colored wall that I hate.
A nurse that hands me tablets on a plate,
How did I get here? What's my fate.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-11-03 at 11:32
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