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He told me frankly
without mincing words
the faint furrows on my forehead
the forward march of my age
He told me frankly
about the years I have lost
fat layers that are left
silver streaks that grace my hair
Feigning is foreign to him
solicitude a perfect stranger
but he is my only true friend
my mirror ,ever truly reflects.
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We look in the mirror everyday. What do we see when we see ourselves? Write a poem about what you see when you look in the mirror. It can be as straightforward or abstract as you'd like. Creative responses and free-form poems are encouraged. |
Author Notes
There is a local saying that if one has a true friend one has no need for a mirror.Many thanks to suenethery for the use of artwork.
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