Sunday, September 18, 2016

The Person in the Mirror--By Marcus Omer--United States

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.


  1. An excellent write,
    thanks for sharing
    your beautiful pride.

  2. 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.