THE MIRROR

THE MIRROR

Who is that stood in the mirror?

That ugly thing can’t be me.

Surely I don’t look like that anymore,

Please God, it cannot be.

I’m young, I’m fit and I’m healthy,

This is a terrible mistake.

I’m not grey, crippled and I’m certainly not old,

This monster in the mirror’s a fake.

Look closely, my eyes are jaded,

My forehead wears a permanent frown.

Yet, I walk tall and upstanding,

Not with my shoulders drooping down.

That person in the mirror’s an imposter,

Like all men I’m still in my prime.

I don’t believe I’ll ever act my age,

Even though in truth, I’m in rapid decline.

Phil Hall April  2013