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When I look in the mirror,
And see what I see,
I oftentimes wonder
“Who the hell can that be?”.

The ugly lines,
The sunken cheek,
Must surely belong
To some other old freak!

I look even closer,
To have a look-see.
But horror of horrors
It really is me!

But there’s one consolation
That eases the pain,
At least all you oldies
Are feeling the same!

(It’s lousy poetry, but the sentiment is real enough!)

© Thurstan Bassett