The Woman In The Mirror Poem by Donna Pelan

As I crawl out of bed each morning
Enthused about starting a new day
I grab a facecloth from the bathroom
To clear the sleepers away

O-Oh that warm water feels so good on the eyes
But the same thing seems to happen each day
This old woman keeps staring back at me
Who the devil is she anyway

She has deep lines around her eyes
Crows feet I feel is a gentle term
If crows in trees had feet this big
They wouldn't have to hang on

The jowls hang loosly on both sides
Gravity had taken it's toll
But there's still a twinkle in those eyes
Age has apparently not robbed her of her soul

Hope those wrinkles were not the result of
Shedding too many a tear
But of partying with all her friends
Over a large jug of beer

She seems to have a lot of laugh lines
So perhaps she's had a life of fun
I'll bet she still has good friends and family
And an abundance of energy when the day is done

The blue in her eyes has lost its clearness
Her skin texture looks a little shoddy
One good thing with this small mirror
I can't see the rest of her body

I feel almost guilty feeling so good
When this poor old lady doesn't look so hot
So i've promised her I'd eat better and exercise
To try to avoid being in her spot

I hope i'm not invading her privacy
I try to do it without detection
I'm sure I'm not the woman in the mirror
It must be someone elses reflection.