Alfred Ramos

Rookie (3-2-1945 / California)

What’s With Mirrors - Poem by Alfred Ramos

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


Comments about What’s With Mirrors by Alfred Ramos

  • Kesav Easwaran (10/22/2009 6:20:00 AM)

    'Tears may wash away dirt
    But don’t remove the hurt'...

    Good poem sober insightul...the quoted lines i most liked...10
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 26, 2009


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