Oh mirror just why do you fail me now?
Emphasizing lined eyes and wrinkled brow
And what are these tufts of hair in my ears?
Which are bigger now than my younger years
Once I grinned at you with such manly pride
But now each morn I really want to hide
What is worse is that pesky bathroom scale
You have crushed the vanity of this male
Just where has that young and handsome man gone?
Flirting with cute lasses egging them on
Pretty girls in the cafe now look at me
Wondering how this old guy used to be
Image found at www.susaara.com/looking-in-mirror
Pretty girls are still looking, aren't they!! That's got to be positive!! :) :)
ReplyDeletedelighted to find the 'cute lasses' at last :)
ReplyDeleteOne morning my husband peered in the mirror and said "I don't know who you are, but I'm going to shave you anyway". Your delightful poem reminded me of that time. I love your humor (and there's an old woman who lives in my house and keeps getting in my mirror)!
ReplyDeleteI think all of us, of a "certain" age, can relate to this humorous and lovely poem. It left me smiling because I too look in the mirror and don't recognize who I am.
ReplyDeleteOh this is such a heartfelt write, Robin! I always believe that age is just a number, the heart it seems always remains young❤️
ReplyDeleteThey girls are still looking, have no fear (✿◠‿◠)
ReplyDeletemuch love...
It’s surprising, how self-conscious we are when we look at ourselves. More so than when others look at us...LOL
ReplyDeleteFantastic read, Robin!:)
he's still there he just has to look beyond the mirror and see the man he always was.
ReplyDeleteI had to smile at the photo..........and enjoyed this poem very much. How quickly that image in the mirror changes! The blink of an eye. I look at young people now, who have no idea they are in the fullness of their flowering, in the full power of youth.
ReplyDeletehehe...chuckling at your sense of humor. Great write! thanks for upping my mood today. ha!
ReplyDeleteI do think we look into the mirror much differently as we age. The mirror is a friend at one point in our life. Not so much later on.
ReplyDeleteMy maternal grandmother outlived all of her siblings and the friends of her youth. When I would visit her in the nursing home, I always thought how sad it must be to outlive everyone who remembered you when you were young. My mirror is starting to be a little less kind, and I think about what it will mean to change my personal narrative from being young and pretty (in an offbeat way) to being old. And I wonder what it will be like to be surrounded by people who have only known me as an old lady.
ReplyDeleteI totally identify! But then I try to remember how I earned all my wrinkles, and how pleasant it is to be left alone at times. No more whistles! I don't miss them.
ReplyDeleteHa ha, nicely said – and with a good grace really.
ReplyDeleteThere is always beauty in aging, old man. :)
ReplyDeletefrom every handsome young man grows a handsome old man!
ReplyDeletei enjoyed this lighthearted look at aging.
sweetest nostalgia ...
ReplyDeleteha ha...that sounds so sweet...well that old man too will be handsome...!
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