The Mirror

by J.D. Bardo

Monday 26th October 2020 5:38 am

Fuck that damn mirror, that is not me.

I seriously do not like what I see.

I have changed, to a large degree.

From pimples, too wrinkles,

And my pants I again can pee.

The deeper I look, the farther I see.

Way, way, back, the little boy at three.

Discovering life, running wild, and free.

Now, beat down by life.

Asking, "to be, or not to be".

No going back, just the one turn, I guarantee.

For more time, I do plea.

Behind the reflection? What do I see?

Fuck that damn mirror! that is not me!

By J.D. Bardo

Comments

M.C. Newberry

Mon 26th Oct 2020 10:56

Upon reflection, it's best by a mile
To wink at your image and add a wry smile!

keith jeffries

Mon 26th Oct 2020 09:27

JD.,

The ageing process takes no prisoners. Our minds, desires and ambitions grow afresh as our external frame decays. I have turned my mirror to face the wall.

Thank you for this enjoyable poem
Keith

J.D. Bardo

Mon 26th Oct 2020 07:51

thanks for the like, V, I still tear up reading this one,

Vautaw

Mon 26th Oct 2020 07:38

I have that same mirror J.D. I swear it’s not me, too much reality! Great piece. Write on! ~ V

Brooke E Addison

Mon 26th Oct 2020 06:21

i love this. so sad yet so true. becoming the person you once promised yourself you won't is so saddening. wishing you the best and i know you can find what makes you happy in life. your poem really spoke to me

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