|
LOOKING IN THE MIRRORDon't do that any length of time anymore As a child brushing my teeth I saw youth Lots of curly hair and sometimes tears Today in the same mirror I see my time left Passing by Is that a bald spot? No it's sunburn No worries--I well stop looking in mirrors Just run a brush over what's left Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
|
|
| |||||||||||||||||||
|