Mary Frances Green
Poem by Mary Frances Green
Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
What you reflect is not at all
What I wish that I could see?
Is that really, really me?
There was once upon a time
When you did not show a line
On my forehead or under my eyes.
You've surely taken me by surprise!
Obviously time has wrought great change
So I've no choice now but to arrange
For creams and powders to disguise
Those blemishes that you emphasize.
You have made me face my plight
And realize that try as I might
You must reflect just what you see ...
All I can say is "Woe is me!"
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