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Looking down into the lake
my reflection there I see
But wait ! this is a mistake
that never could be me
For that person in the lake
Is clearly older than me
The face is one that I care not
to look straight into the eye
Her face has wrinkles coming
her hair is going grey
Her eyes are losing their luster
along life's surly way
MY heart is young my spirits high
I am full of life as yet
Could what I see be really true
something I'll regret?
NO! The answer is plain for one and all
I was born a Gemini you see
which makes me two as in twins
the other woman isn't me.
Was it all just a dream
or was it true reality?
I’ll have to take another look
”Oh ****!” My mirror shows it’s me
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem concerning you, or someone, and a mirror. Make it humerous or serious; make it structured or free verse, but keep it brief. Use the mirror as a metaphor in anyway you desire. |
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Every women's nightmare!
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