Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Where are you hiding me?
That face is not the one I recall.
It’s not the me I seem to be.
Forget that school reunion picture.
I’m not the fella standing there.
Who could all those others be?
Where is Joe and Fred, with their hair?
Could that be Bill and Paul?
So many I never saw.
Could it be we were classmates once?
I feel like such a dunce.
Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Why can’t you hide the years?
A crack now in your face appears.
My memory is cracking too I fear.
June 15,2006
Memories don't actually crack like a mirror. But with a stout hammer, that mirror, so despised, can bite the silvered dust. Solution? Memorize the mirror, then let the memory crack. Good, good write. Time will shatter that mirror, if you let it.xxElysabeth
wow, such emotion. memories fading and mirrors cracking, i always write precious memories down so i won't 4get.
Though this poem expresses concern over aging, I find the tone light, humorous, ironic and, though he 'fears' his memory is 'cracking too, ' there seems to be acceptance of change. Good write!
This one reminds me of my dear old mum (aged in her late 80s) looking in the mirror and saying 'How hideous I look now! And yet I feel just the same inside.' Love the light touch you have used for this piece. Makes it all the more poignant (and recognizable) somehow. love, Allie xxxx
Love the new idea of Mirror, Mirror on the wall. Your last day of public school gives you your first taste of life little changes. Well Done
The crack on the left side, shows the days of your youth the right side, well lets face it, its telling you the truth! great poem Ben i enjoyed it
Lighthearted, frank, and quite humorous. When we wish mirrors would lie, it's the truth that cracks it. 10+
hi ben...one way ticket man....one shot..then to rot (poe stuff? ?) well a well lived life of principle is its own redemption...great lines sets u thinking and musing its atenner cheers
A 'cracker' poem...nice images you build through your cracked mirror, Ben...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello again! When my brother picked me up from the airport he said he saw our mother's face and knew it was me...What a compliment! She truly was beautiful! Your poem gets a 10 from me. Dorothy