My mirrored face, I no longer know
It’s not familiar at all
Why and where, did my other face go?
The face I wish to recall
This new reflection, covered with lines
Deep as engraved etchings
Perhaps seen by some as artistic designs
But on faces, not at all fetching
Bagged eyes manage some twinkles
Twinkles, not easily viewed
Twinkles, obscured by wrinkles
On a face now aged and skewed
My proboscis, awkwardly bulbous
And red as the fiery sun
It’s not exactly humongous
But for noses, quite overdone
To stop this eyeful pollution
And end this alarming display
I’ve conceived the perfect solution
I’ll throw my mirror away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a wonderful poem, Stanley! Hilarious self-evaluation and the last line is positively brilliant! Warmest regards and respect, CJ