Dear owner of reflection mine,
this is a musing from a jilted mirror of years gone by.
I have been watching you passing me (sigh)
from a head lush with youthful spring to a head where few combs would dare abide
Yes, through years you have neglected looks or cares.
How often I looked up eagerly to find the unhurried days
perhaps with a casual glance to say Hi
or a smile to cheer me my…
Oft I heard you mutter, o bother…
Of late I noted the anxious moments of truth to potter
as I eavesdropped your lengthy mobile discourse
I heard brands of shampoo or hair strengthener or stuff that might remove lost years of deep remorse.
I gleefully greet frequent visits from you again at this autumn tide
Yet, faithfully I shall reflect the increasing bareness of years gone by.
“So teach us to number our days,
That we may gain a heart of wisdom.” (psalm 90:12)
I decided to re-blog the above as it was one of the earliest attempts to writing a poem using a photo in hand after a long time away from poetry. I was traveling and everything was new to me in that quaint little backwater place. I had little chance of taking good photos so one day I decided to experiment by using a mirror. Here is one of the products.
note at 2016 0903.