.5. Wrong Reflections Poem by David Threadgold
.5. Wrong Reflections
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
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4/26/2024 5:07:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Ah yes, I can so relate to this poem. And I also look into the mirror and see my mother. Who thought it would come to this? BUT, it just means we were allowed to live long enough to wear our wrinkles with great pride. Excellent rhyming poem, David. '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn