It's Not Me Poem by Les Derbyshire
It's Not Me
That face in the mirror,
It’s not me.
The person that comes each morning
To look out at the real world,
I see there’s a likeness:
The greying hair,
The wry smile,
The night-sleepy eyes;
But it’s not me.
If that person were really me
I would be able to see the failures,
The doubt and anxiety,
The wandering mind,
The hopes and dreams
Of what might be.
But the face in the mirror
Just smiles its half-smile
And waits for me to go.
No – the face in the mirror,
It’s not me.
(© Les Derbyshire March 2009)
If I understand this poem and what it conveys - it speaks of us aging and how we handle growing older. We may have grey hair and our memories are not as sharp as it should be, but we are the same inside and only our bodies have changed. Our core: our disappointments, hopes, dreams, are still there - only outwardly have we changed. Beautifully written with such clarity and honesty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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4/28/2024 10:30:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Dear Les Yes, when we are at the mirror, you are right, we all are different. We just keep our problems in our mind and try to be a different person. The person in my mirror is not me too.. You wrote it well. I enjoyed well. Nooruddeen