The mirror
I fear
Tells more than the truth
Sprinkles
Of wrinkles
Chase away my youth
Tears may wash away dirt
But don’t remove the hurt
Only blurs what is buried deep
The causes of losing too much sleep
The mirror
Can’t be any clearer
A diary of sins past
Never losing sight
Never being polite
About the things that just don’t last
So we use it as a tool
To misrepresent the fool
Touch up the crooked lines
Ignoring the vital signs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Tears may wash away dirt But don’t remove the hurt'... Good poem sober insightul...the quoted lines i most liked...10