Life's Weaving - Ann's Items - Poetry

Who’s that? In the mirror I see
A stranger looking at me.
Dark circles under the eyes,
The sagging skin, and oh! those thighs!

Is this a reflection so real?
It doesn’t look the way I feel.
Yesterday, I think so now,
I didn’t have this wrinkled brow.

Or that chin that hangs so low,
I just know it isn’t so.
The hair is gray and that’s not right
Because I thought I looked last night.

Inside I feel I’m still the same.
As time goes by I do not change.
This glass does not reflect
The me inside, I must object!

I know it just can’t be,
This stranger looking at me.
And then I see it’s not a guise,
It’s really me but oh! so wise.

And how mature those eyes that see
Down deep inside the real me.
Who’s that now in the mirror I see?
It’s me looking out, looking in at me.