I woke up early this morning, even for me.
I get up to go to the bathroom
Because I have to pee.
I look in the mirror and
I’m shocked by what I see.
The closer I look, the more I wonder
How this can be?
I see a reflection in the mirror,
But surely it’s not me.
There is a wrinkled, weathered face that I see.
There is a very old man
Who is staring right back at me.
And I have to wonder whether
It is him or me who is the reality.
(Exactly 95 words)
Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where the word is “mirror” in exactly 95 words.
I see my Mum staring back at me when I look I the mirror these days.
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Excellent poem Dango.
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Thanks, Jim.
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Most days the image doesn’t match how I feel – both too young and too old.
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This is so good, I look in the mirror and see my mum nowadays 😟
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So good and it happens to us all
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Thanks. It’s inevitable, isn’t it?
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Yes and hard to handle too
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Both are the real you. Well done reality.
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Thanks, Bill.
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Wonderful poetry
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Thank you.
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Nice one. 🙂
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Thanks.
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I hate getting older, it stinks! xo
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