~ Mirrors Don’t Lie ~

This morning as I looked into my mirror
I thought, "Who can this person be?"
There was an old lady there
Staring back at me.

"Where did she come from", I ask myself
"Lines and wrinkles on her face
Oh my, who is this standing in my place
How can this scene I erase?"

Then I realized, It was me
It was very plain to see
I ask myself over again
"How can this be?"

This picture I certainly didn’t like
But I know, mirrors don’t lie
So I guess the only thing that's left to do
Is just to have myself a good cry.

The years to us aren't kind
To our appearance, causing all these lines
But this I know, I must accept
We all grow old with time.

~*~

Elizabeth Ann Biggs © 2005

The best mirror is an old friend.
George Herbert