The Mirror Beast

The mirror on the wall

Reflects

Tired eyes

Wrinkled skin

That crinkles and folds

A weak body

Slightly bent

Grey hair

Thinned at ends

Frail limbs

With little strength

But fails to behold

The soul within

Lively

strong

Vivacious

Youthful

Still

Filled with hopes

Aspirations and dreams

Oh mirror!

You heartless beast

You only see

The senility

But fail to

Reveal

 The memories

That bring

Pride, joy,

Hurt, laughter

Love, sadness

Glorious snapshots

Of a life well lived

The prompt at The Daily Post was “Mirror Mirror” . It had caught my attention immediately but ‘stuff’ kept me away from my desktop! So here it is my take on the “mirror”. Late but Present!!! Isn’t that what counts?

9 Comments Add yours

  1. johncoyote says:

    I agree. The mirror allow us to see old age. We hold in our heart and mind the good things we have loved. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry and thoughts.

    1. am glad you liked it john. Don’t you sometimes wish there was a lens/ mirror that let you see the person’s inside – memories/ thoughts/ feelings (but then maybe not!!)

      1. johncoyote says:

        Even better. If we could see the real people who are with us.

  2. Well! I’m new here and u write good stuffs. love ur poem, it’s soulful and provides good vibe to the mind. Spread the cheerz:)

    1. thanks vishal for visiting! hope you are having fun with blogging :)

  3. Anonymous says:

    Very sensitive

  4. I am not overly fond of the mirror’s reflection, but love this as it reminds me I should be.

    1. valentine, I feel you are the sort of person who should be proud of what you see in the mirror! so glad you liked it :)

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