Magic mirror in my hand
why do I see such a striking man,
looking back at me?
I adjust my glasses so I can see
in the dark room. The mirror
looks back and... a flash of light!
... Then I see the sagging face,
that two ton chin and...
"Did you really believe
that I would lie?
That striking man with bedroom eyes
of heavenly brown
is humped over and walks with a cane.
That Elvis hair that you combed so well
now shines like a crystal ball
and you are running to roll."
The mirror clears as the wrinkles appear.
"Oh well, that is me."