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
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I’ll be 50 soon and kinda relate. But sometimes a simple thing like changing your hairstyle or eating more fruit works wonders 🙂
Thanks for calling. As to changing ones hairstyle, Dingo did that the other day (see “Hair today – gone tomorrow”) but, unfortunately, it didn’t help him!
Its not lousy, its true.
You write much on age…I read a poetry piece called “mirror” by Sylvia Plath…it is wonderful, have a read of it, I know you will love thee.
Hi. Thanks for calling. Will do.
You mirror my views exactly. 😉