Mirror Truth

By

Emma L. Willey

I’m almost afraid to look today

See what the years have done

You’re looking older day by day

And I just want to run.

The mirror tells the secret

That I’m afraid will tell

That you don’t look as pretty

As you did back then, oh well!

You have so many wrinkles

That weren’t there yesterday

Your hair is white as snow too

What happened along the way?

Your stature’s somewhat lowered

As you limp along the walk

Your speech is somewhat muffled

As you try your best to talk.

I look into the mirror

To see what I can see

Your picture is much dimmer

Not what it used to be.

Could it be added birthdays

That caused this change in you?

I don’t like the mirror

Because it makes me blue.

What happened to those years

And where did you go too?

The mirror tells the story

I do not recognize you.

The End