My Mirror Poem by Edwin Hopper

You asked me, in the mirror, what do I see?
Oh, my father. It's what I always say,
Though Daddy was never as old as me.
Then really, what do I see, day to day?

In, time I've had so many new faces.
Anger at schoolboy rivals I hated.
Shame at failure in exam places.
The kiss for perfect Girls who I dated.

Love, marriage, family. Life sublime.
All my jobs, the people that I became.
The strength, pride and joy I had in my prime.
It was never boring, never the same.

Of course there has been pain grief and sorrow.
Funerals, despair. And stress to annoy.
There's more in my past than in tomorrow.
But, I've still got decades left to enjoy.

You asked me, in the mirror, what do I see?
All my lives, wrinkles, and infinity.