Exceptional A mirror Quatern Whose Face Is This? by RodG      Mirror contest Contest Winner

Whose face is this I’m seeing here?   Am I that old?  Can that be me?  A zombie has more flesh on bone, more skin hard-stretched by gravity. Aghast I ask the mirror once more, “Whose face is this I’m seeing here?” “Why, yours, old friend,” it answers me. “You’re burled wood, much aged I fear.” Those eyes now lost in canyons deep and craggy cheeks cannot be mine. Whose face is this I’m seeing here? Dare I now honestly opine? Though jaw has softened into jowls, my thin-lipped smile remains sincere. I scratch my scalp, unsure again whose face this is I’m seeing here.   Writing Prompt Write a poem concerning you, or someone, and a mirror. Make it humerous or serious; make it structured or free verse, but keep it brief. Optionally use mirror as a metaphor in anyway you desire. Mirror contest Contest Winner Recognized Author Notes Artwork is courtesy of Google images. Birthdays cease to be fun after you pass 50 and every decade thereafter. I recently had a birthday and this was my query after looking in the mirror.

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