Vanity Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Time changes us; we dance to its rhythm, in hallways of misty memory, to the tunes created by other people's voices, until our steps carry us further and further, and we remain still in front of a mirror..we contemplate ourselves, and by the end of the dance, we notice some changes. The beauty may always remain preserved the picture, but I am sure the same beauty shines from the inside...so let the mirrors crack. It's the self that matters the most..the inner beauty that glows. It's the first time I came across your poetry. I read several poems and I can say that it was a delightful experience for me. They are all wonderful!

Stupid mirrors! ! ! ! ! Smart Poem! !

Nicely envisioned, Loved reading the poem