By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
The mirror lies to me daily
each time I gaze into its glass
I see what should be me
but is not
Others see an aged woman
looking back at them
Body abused by the passage
of time
Thinking do they
as I did too at that age
I will never get like that
no not me
It happens quite quickly
this mirror image change
Perhaps not or I forgot to look
as years passed
Now I look in the mirror
and see someone else
that can’t be me
but it is – me
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
Leave a reply to Sadje Cancel reply