Tony Mushrow

Who Is That In The Mirror - Poem by Tony Mushrow

Who Is That In The Mirror?

Who is that in the mirror/
just staring back at me /
Who is that in the mirror/
I cannot bear to see/

He looks old and temple grey/
He looks miserable and sad/
The face reminds me of a someone/
Then I remember, it's my dad/

I remember once the mirror/
A place to stand and peacock pose/
Now it's a place to trim the eyebrows/
Not forgetting ears and nose/

When did all those craggy lines appear/
Baggy neck and saggy chin/
It's just not a fair reflection/
Am I shrinking in my skin/

These lines are the road map of my life/
They tell me where I’ve been/
They show my life's experience/
all I’ve felt and all I've seen/

I wish that I could turn back time/
And council him with truth/
To tell him not to waste a second/
And not to squander his gift of youth

To tell him to give his mum more hugs/
To stop acting such a fool/
To listen to the wisdom of your dad/
And try harder when in school/

To tell him how time spins faster/
And soon the years will fly/
He may not listen to my plea/
But I would wish for just one try/

But I remember this wayward lad/
And I fear my talk would fail/
On thinking on it, it would be easier/
to catch a tiger by the tail/

Topic(s) of this poem: old age

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 8, 2015

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