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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.
— Roscoe Lane, Apr 21, 2010

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Region, Country: Scotland, Ayrshire land of Burns.., GBR

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xena465

xena465

16 years 1 month ago

Your mirror lies

At least mine does...so I keep telling myself. A sad write, but wonderfully written Roscoe. Rosina xena465
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pamela

16 years 1 month ago

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Dear R., I loved this one. I'm not crazy about my mirror these days either. Change is the only constant. who gives licence to this mirror of change, when can we seek to control can we even arrange, to replace the youthful feature it stole My favorite lines. Great job! P.