Why Do You Show Me This Face? Poem by Alison Smith
Why Do You Show Me This Face?
Why do you show me this face?
With dark circles about sunken eyes
Eyes that have ceased to sparkle
Eyes that have seen too much
Why do you show me this face?
With skin that no longer glows
Worn and lined no laughter lines
Playing around the lips
Why do you show me this face?
It only brings me to tears
It could have been a beautiful face
Now it shows its years
Why oh why mirror do you do this?
I clean you every day
So why do you show me this face
Surely its not the real me.
the true beauty is not what you see... but hidden inside of thee... great poem alison...
why does the mirror has to be so cruel. i ask that seem question every day. this was a very well thought out piece of work, great imagery, coming from the mind is a wonderful thing and you did a great job with this one. I give it a ten.
A mirror can never show the real anyone but a poem make a good effort. Your's certainly does - a good honest look in the glass this shakes us out of the futility of living in the past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/11/2024 12:22:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This poem had a sad ring to it, while AAARRRGGH! was written truly in jest. How-ever, there are days when I get up, and am so tired and really feeling my age that this one fits my feelings. Those are the days when I can't laugh about it and I miss my youth and abilities to do anything that I want. Thanks for sharing it with me! Loved it! Scarlett