I think that I shall never see
A mirror as it’s ‘sposed to be,
A mirror that lies and makes me thin
And takes away my double chin.
And with compassion’s gentle hand
It makes me svelte and nicely tanned;
No wrinkles, sags or extra skin
That covers where my youth had been.
Good mirrors hide my baggy eyes
And trim away my legs and thighs.
No knuckles swollen from cold rains
No worry ‘bout unsightly veins.
But I’ve decided not to fret
Or let myself get too upset.
I’ve looked around and heaved a sigh,
For others look as bad as I.
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Man looks on the outward appearance; God looks on the heart. He sees a beautiful person in you, Mariane as we observe by having read many of your submissions. Remember that happiness is as contagious as gloom. It should be the duty of those who are happy to let others know of their gladness.
Thankyou for this enjoyable poem....Hart & Helen Dowd
