I CONSIDERED MYSELF HANDSOME

I considered myself to be handsome

In a roguish, debonair sort of way

I looked in the mirror, turned this way

And that. Turned the mirror upside down

Did it improve the sight? 

I sadly report that it didn’t.

So try, as I might

I sadly reflect

Handsome? Some might think so

Roguish? I like the sound of the word

Debonair? Better used to describe

Fed Astaire. He was a better dancer too.

So, you might see me in a crowd

Sipping coffee. An unimpressive visage

Hence the moustache. Pause a brief moment

Then let your gaze travel on.

Such is life. Time carries on

Counting the decades, measured

In years. They pass so quickly

Leaving me dazed.

Never mind, coffee still cares.