The Mirror, poetry by Jennifer Geer at Spillwords.com
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The Mirror

The Mirror

written by: Jennifer Geer

 

The fair young girl stood in front of her mirror today, closed eyes at first
Not wanting to stare, she knew what image she would find there.
“Who was that old woman,” wrinkled and gray, “What happened to that young girl of yesterday?”
She didn’t know when or how she went away.
“Oh, why oh why, couldn’t she stay!”
The gleam in her eyes were beginning to fade, God must be laughing at his work today.
She used to be pretty, commanding the room everywhere she went, turning heads with her smiles with deep content.
She always had USDA choice stamped on her thigh now as she gazed in that mirror all she could say was “Oh My.”
The years had not been kind, she was finding it hard to wrap her age around her mind, oh, the ravaging ages of time came like a thief in the night no lotions or potions could make it right, the ray of light had just gone out today,
Sadly, the old lady in the mirror was destined to stay!

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