Turned on the bathroom lights
Gazed into the mirror
Oh my, is that really me?
Lines cross-hatching every which way
Eyes that once sparkled, now dull gray
Skin botchy, dark spots meander
Worse of all that chicken neck
I peer into the truth teller and check again
Oh gosh, it really is me?
What to do? What to do?
I know! I gotta change those light bulbs
Nothing over 40 watts ever again.
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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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