I was once a vain young man,
A slave to every trend:
I always had to have the latest fashion.
Now, the very thought of shopping
drives me 'round the bend.
And mirrors? I hate 'em with a passion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a truthful write....mirror always reflects one's mind as face is the index of mind....intelligent poem