Written 12 December 2010
The Mirror
What’s with this mirrored
face so stern,
Bald-headed.and (as
I
Have said before),
grim and,
Judgmental,
unforgiving?
Since scowling and
since writing these
Four lines of
sorrowful
And acid
introspection,
I’ve had my
breakfast.
And I have seen some
other people
Prepared to smile
and gossip,
And others mute as
me
Beyond a mumbled
“‘morning”.
Behold! This day is not
unlike
The other thirty
thousand
That I have lived
already.
What price a change?
Will I stand proudly
on a chair
And speak in iambic
rhythms
The everlasting
truth:
“It’s good to be
alive!”
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