The Mirror Poem by Phil Soar

I looked into the mirror
My face looked tired and old
My hair was like a bale of hay
The air was moist and cold
I'd set a tent up in a field
This was my new abode
I'd sold my house of 50 years
And moved just down the road
Now all I had for company
Were pigs and cows and sheep
And owls that hooted in the night
So much I couldn't sleep
I might regret this change of life
Or think it's for the best
But as I saw my reflection in that glass
I couldn't have cared less