Mirror, Mirror Poem by Phil Soar

Mirror, Mirror



I looked into the mirror, not expecting to be sad
The sight of me, at 63, was really rather bad
I never thought I’d look so worn, and creased up like a sheet
I looked like I was comatose, from my head down to my feet

Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Abdulrazak Aralimatti 02 September 2015

Introspection, Truly, mirror helps in self introspection

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David Wood 02 September 2015

Another little gem: -)

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