I am your faithful friend, I cannot lie
My silver charm waits upon your desire
As I stand and wait patiently for you.
You look at me, through me, as if, as if.
As if you wanted to look younger,
Sleeker, slimmer. You gaze and gaze.
You never talk to me but I look back at you
Without wondering, without comment
And I am truthful; I am your faithful friend.
I cannot lie or be unfaithful but when you
Look at me you are unhappy with what
You see. You are critical and sigh.
I will always be here for you, waiting.
My silver charm just a reflection
Waiting to make your day seem happy.
I am tuthful and I can't lie.... this candid expression laudably articulates the personality of the poet. A very nice work... loved it.5 stars
I know the feeling, well.
I’ve read this piece again. .... it is so very true.
It's very beautiful sir. I would have loved it if a rhyme scheme was part of it like the 'Ballade of Modest Confession' by Hilaire Belloc. Good work though
This poignant poem captures the essence of a mirror's perspective, symbolizing a faithful friend.
Love this David x 5*****
Artfully penned, dear poet. Very enjoyable read.
Thanks for taking a deep look into the mirror. Quite the reflection! ! 5*****
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
I will always be here for you, waiting. My silver charm just a reflection Waiting to make your day seem happy.-----We often look into the mirror for reassurance.