The Mirror Quatrains


I

I look in the mirror
And like what I see
Especially when you
Are standing by me.


II

There’s one in the funhouse
That just caught my eye
It looked like my girlfriend
Kissed some other guy.


III

I look in the mirror
I can’t stand its lies
When I look at my stomach
My butt and my thighs.


IV

Liar, Liar on the wall,
Do you care for me at all?
Show me what I want to see.
Please reflect a perfect me.


V

Truth is painful and my foe,
But what you purport to show,
Mounted flat and silver-faced,
Is not me, but youth disgraced.


VI

Right is left and left is right,
Reversed, my image in my sight.
Show me, as by all I’m viewed,
Not gray, but with fair youth imbued.


VII

Age on age you break our hearts
Showing graying, wrinkled parts
Even shattered, your remains
Show us what the world disdains.



Copyright ©2007 Ambrose C. Madden