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Apr 21, 2010
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The Toothpaste Mirror....
The Toothpaste Mirror…
The toothpaste beside
he Steradent is pragmatic,
as I shave in the changing
mirror one more time.
Each morning without warning
and increasingly erratic,
more lines appear mirrored
on this face of mine.
Who gives licence to this,
mirror of change,
when can we seek to control.
Can we even arrange,
to replace the youthful features,
it stole.
As was said in the verse above,
this mirror has thieved,
one last morning.
Why does modern man fall in love,
with inanimate objects,
without heed or warning.
Why does it steal his good looks,
he will ponder,
this thought.
Recapturing the reflections,
that this mirror,
now has got.
Seen as brother image,
then it leaves, with my face.
I say your not kin,
that’s allowed to borrow,
be gone from my place.
And please reflect,
my sorrow.
The toothpaste beside
he Steradent is pragmatic,
as I shave in the changing
mirror one more time.
Each morning without warning
and increasingly erratic,
more lines appear mirrored
on this face of mine.
Who gives licence to this,
mirror of change,
when can we seek to control.
Can we even arrange,
to replace the youthful features,
it stole.
As was said in the verse above,
this mirror has thieved,
one last morning.
Why does modern man fall in love,
with inanimate objects,
without heed or warning.
Why does it steal his good looks,
he will ponder,
this thought.
Recapturing the reflections,
that this mirror,
now has got.
Seen as brother image,
then it leaves, with my face.
I say your not kin,
that’s allowed to borrow,
be gone from my place.
And please reflect,
my sorrow.
— Roscoe Lane, Apr 21, 2010
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Critiques
xena465
16 years 1 month ago
Your mirror lies
pamela
16 years 1 month ago
Mirror, mirror on the wall