Upon Reflection
My mirrored face, I no longer know
It's not familiar at all
Why and where, did my other face go?
The face I wish to recall
This new reflection, covered with lines
Deep as engraved etchings
Perhaps seen by some as artistic designs
But on my face, not at all fetching
Bagged eyes manage some twinkles
Twinkles, not easily viewed
Twinkles, obscured by wrinkles
On a face now aged and skewed
My proboscis, awkwardly bulbous
And red as the fiery sun
Is not exactly humongous
But for noses, quite overdone
To stop this eyeful pollution
And end this alarming display
I've conceived the perfect solution
I'll throw my mirror away
by Stan Cooper...10/10/05 graphic by Don Hunt
Poetry by Stan Cooper
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Written on 2007-03-10 at 22:29
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