Mirror

Looking in the mirror, I feel arrogant and vain,

An image young and beautiful and so very fair,

This is who I am, I proudly do proclaim

And will remain for eternity, I then exclaim.

Now looking in the mirror I see a total stranger,

Who could this be, flabbergasted, I wonder,

With a wrinkled face and skin all loose,

To acknowledge that it is me, I refuse.

How could I so change and still feel the same,

Young and agile, romance still aflame

Does the mind not keep pace with the body?

Unfair and unjust, I feel for myself sorry.

I shut my eyes in exasperation, 

No longer do I wish to see this vision,

But when my eyes are firmly closed,

I come face to face with the mirror of my soul.

The mirror idle and unused for long,

Is a little obscure and seems all wrong,

The reflection is fuzzy and quite contorted

Unrecognisable, warped and distorted.

As I clean the mirror of my soul,

The reflection becomes better and more,

I alter the image by changing things unsightly

And make it more beautiful and pleasant to perceive

I look in the mirror now with renewed confidence,

Undeterred by the old and wrinkled appearance, 

I see in the mirror, a true image of my soul,

And feel sorry no more, but well in control.