When I looked at my mirror, what I did see
Was a wrinkled aged reflection of little old me
There’s one thing I’m sure of, there’s one thing I know
There’s no doubt about it, that mirror must go
A mirror’s just clutter, not needed at all
When it refuses to show me as handsome and tall
The appearance of wrinkles is very unkind
Particularly since they’re surely not mine
How deceitful that mirror when it belies
When all of reality it completely denies
There’s one thing I’m sure of, there’s one think I know
There’s no doubt about it, that mirror must go
lol............what an amusing write..................mirror mirror on the wall.....
Haha. This is a great poem. There's no need in being ashamed of those wrinkles. I hope I live long enough to have them. Great write.10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
absolutely toss it out, just be carefull with the razor.lol