Shirley Hanley


.who Is That? - Poem by Shirley Hanley

I stumbled past a mirror
just a bit ago,
saw someone
I did not recognize
starin' back at me...

Who is that?
I asked myself...

She's old and fat,
twisted and wrinkled,
unlike anyone I see
inside this minds eye...

Where's Shirley, and what
have you done with her?
I asked in a bemused fuddle...

Scares the hell outa' me
when I see that stranger
starin' back from the other room
in the lookin' glass...

The pain in the eyes
with a story to tell
and no one to listen...

The gray in the hair,
spins a tale of secrets
kept close to the soul,
not to be shared
with ears that can't hear...

The dread of the day
lays before me
like some old
worn out shoe...

With a sigh, and
a catching of the breath,
I turn from the stranger in the mirror...

To face the day,
another day
like all the rest...

Will this one be
as days gone by,
filled with the dullness
of that hollow being
looking back from the
reflection in the mirror?

6/27/09 [revised 8/30/09]


Comments about .who Is That? by Shirley Hanley

  • Rafiq Sandeelvi (7/8/2011 2:39:00 AM)


    truth of life....refection of life in the mirror of time....nice poem (Report) Reply

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  • (12/31/2009 9:31:00 PM)


    LIFE..A PAINFUL LIFE LEAVES ITS IMPRESSIONS ON THE FACE...YOU HAVE BROUGHT IT OUT VERY WELL (Report) Reply

  • (12/30/2009 1:48:00 PM)


    wow
    i dont want to feel your pain
    but i just did
    how real...
    (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 19, 2009



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