The
Person in the Mirror
I
look in the mirror, I laugh out loud
at
a sagging physique that one was proud
of
muscles that rippled and hair that waved.
when
out on the town I seldom behaved.
Now
my walk’s unsteady, my eyesight dim,
my hearing
about gone, I’m weak of limb.
The
skin on my face like afternoon flowers,
what
used to take minutes, now takes me hours.
My
manly fragrance is stale and musty,
where
hair once grew is now bald and crusty.
My
teeth are few, there’s a wide empty span;
I’ve
preserved just enough to eat my bran.
Now
for a little while, it hurt my pride
when
younger people would my age deride,
making
silly remarks to get my goat.
Of
their physical prowess, they would gloat.
But
through it all, I’ve learned to take the heat.
I
just smile and nod, act very discreet,
for
down life’s road, I know with certainty,
the
person in their mirror will look like me.
Marcus Omer became serious
about writing after he retired in 1997. He draws his inspiration from the many
emotions we experience in life. He has published Of Sunshine and Clouds
with iUniverse and The Winding Road with Shadow Poetry. He’s also
published in Snippets, The Magic of Words and several issues of Golden
Words.
An excellent write,
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing
your beautiful pride.
What a fun poem and we we all laugh knowing that will be us as your last line is the truth line. And we can't do a thing about it. Thanks so much.
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