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?
Just another wake-up call 
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.
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!!)
Even better. If we could see the real people who are with us.
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:)
thanks vishal for visiting! hope you are having fun with blogging 🙂
Very sensitive
thanks anonymous 🙂
I am not overly fond of the mirror’s reflection, but love this as it reminds me I should be.
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 🙂