Mirror Mirror

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Mirror Mirror

by silverliz ^Pro @ 2009-10-12 – 19:19:32

Mirror, mirror, tell me true
Who is this I see
Can this old woman
Really be me.

My hair is still plentiful though a mixture of shades
My eyes see clearly now
Hearing is not what it was
People do mumble these days !
Can this old woman
Really be me ?

The music blares out of the TV
Just when I'm trying to follow the plot
One day its Monday
Suddenly its Friday approaching again
Can this old woman
Really be me

My shoes are flat
Dress sizes get bigger and bigger
Once I had a waist
My figure was shapely and trim
Can this old woman
Really be me ?

Did I take my tablets ?
Oh no I've forgotten again
I think I'll just have a lie down
Put the wireless on
Yes this old woman
Really is me.
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- woman
- mirror
- age

13 Comments to Mirror Mirror

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- Blogfrog
- http://ultimatefemales.blog.co.uk
- 2009-10-13 @ 02:52:54
This poem deserves to get under a composers spell and to evolve into a song. Would be a nice one for a singer/songwriter.
- - silverliz ^Pro
  - 2009-10-13 @ 17:13:56
  Thank you so much. That is the ultimate compliment.
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- mojacar
- 2009-10-13 @ 17:21:30
Hi, i didn't know you knew me!!!

Lovely poem, got a nice rhythm to it.
- - silverliz ^Pro
  - 2009-10-13 @ 17:31:23
  Thanks a million. You are obviously a woman of taste and distinction.
  
  xx
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- jollyweez
- 2009-10-13 @ 18:06:51
Oh silverliz. May I join the club too? For I say
that to myself so often:
"Turn around, and we are growing children.
"Turn around, and we are grown.
Turn around, and we are mothers,
Turn around, and they are gone.
Turn around and see our image.
In the mirror of Life.
I see my mother! Who do you see?
I see my grandmother, looking back at me!
Turn around, and I am just a shell,
filled with memories."
- - silverliz ^Pro
  - 2009-10-13 @ 18:22:33
  A shower of thanks jollyweez. Your poem is so beautiful and exact.
  
  I see myself as a prose writer,sometimes inspiration strikes even a prosaic person!
  
  xx
  - - jollyweez
    - 2009-10-13 @ 19:36:59
    It was thanks to you, my dear friend.
    It just came to me. Thank you: jollyweez
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- ohtralala
- 2009-10-13 @ 23:06:37
I recognise myself in both these lovely poems ... only my hair is thin and straggly! The only comfort is having become invisible nobody sees me ....
- - silverliz ^Pro
  - 2009-10-14 @ 14:28:23
  Thankfully your words are both visible and precious.
  
  Gratefully,
  
  Liz.
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- MarikaSunSeeker
- 2009-10-13 @ 23:13:41
A timeless lament expressed in your poem, the young soul inside denies the mirror's "lies"
- - silverliz ^Pro
  - 2009-10-14 @ 15:30:15
  A wonderful expression, " timeless lament ". Thank you so much.
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- mthompson
- 2009-10-16 @ 11:39:51
Its funny how just today I observed a woman as she was walking past and I thought age does catch up on you before you know it and then your poem captures that sense so well.
- - silverliz ^Pro
  - 2009-10-16 @ 15:37:46
  The strange thing is I can see other people getting older, while my image of myself is still 30 something. Catching sight of my reflection can be upsetting.
  
  Many thanks.
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