Today My Mirror Told Me That I Am Old Poem by Jennifer Loren

Today my mirror told me that I am old.
I don't know where it gets off being so cold
I clearly remember it saying the opposite not that long ago.
Why I cannot be old I am merely … hmm
Well I know that I cannot be that old I just must not be able to see that's all.
But how can it be that I look and see my parent in front of me.
Oh the horror that this mirror is trying to inflict on me.
There is no reason to be so cruel I am after all not feeling like me
My back is twisted, my neck is wrenched.
My feet ache, my head pounds and I am pretty sure I see an embedded frown.
My face is sunk, my body is plump and I am not sure where I got this large rump.
Oh I see, this mirror is part of a conspiracy.
Well if that's how it's going to be, then I will go back to bed and forget all that I have seen.