Poems on life

MIRROR, MIRROR

Oh, God, please don't let that be me!
Am I the face that I can see
Where are the youth, the glow, the looks
Dreamed of in magazines and books?
Oh, mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did my fizzog have to fall,
and join my ever-dfrooping jaw,
Now permantently on the floor?
My skin is covered, oh, alack
With lines designed by "Rail Track"
What tired eyes and drooping lips,
A face to sink a thousand ships,
And where my face and neck begins,
There hang about a dozen chins.
My neck, once such a slender thing,
Is now in need of scaffolding.
Oh, Mirror, Mirror, I could cry,
Why can't you be my pal and lie!
You really make me want to weep,
You smug, self righteous little creep!
Why can't you give me back my youth?
Why must you always tell the truth?
You may think lying is a sin;
Try being in the state I'm in!
If you had a face like mine,
You'd lie like Hell, you rotten swine!
My face is now beyond all hope;
I've tried expensive creams and soap,
It needs more than a lift or tuck,
It needs a flipping fork lift truck,
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