Mirror Images Poem by Phil Soar

I look in the mirror each morning
I have to, when I shave
The reflection is a warning
That my face now suits my age
Wrinkles, spots and hairy ears
A nose that drips and runs
A chest that looks more like two breasts
Or two huge chelsea buns
My eyebrows grow at twice the rate
They've ever done before
If I forget to trim them off
I swear they'd reach the floor
My head has got a vacant space
Where my hair used to be
In fairness, it all left that place
When I was twenty three
But as I stare so bleakly
As everything gets aged
That mirror tells a story
Of a life that's been engaged
And yet I see it daily
So I shouldn't be distressed
It's not the mirrors fault
That all I see is such a mess!