Mirrors are vicious things
like age they reflect back
what we don’t want to see

Where dark green eyes once
a soft almond shape sat
only droopy eyes look back at me

Luscious lips pink and smooth
corners lifted in a perpetual smile
now resemble the surface of the moon

The nose once a slender focal point
now sports large pores and appears
a bulbous accoutrement

Hair once brown and slightly wavy
is a fuzzy ball of curly gray
I wonder when it got this way

But deep inside I am still me
still a girl with the gentle eyes
auburn hair who could walk for miles

It’s sad to me that as we age
who we are inside
remains the same