Rolled out feeling fat and dumpy
feeling ugly and useless, quite a typical
morning. Stump into the bathroom to dribble
because that is the current stream.
Mirror mirror, what is that? Is that thing
familiar? Oh-- hi me. Barely.
What am I seeing? Over the decades,
the same scene has replayed like
groundhog's day.
The, now, baggy eyes
disapprove. There is raw disgust.
But why? Was destiny unkind?
The reflection is a terrible judge.
It clings to the bones like cancer.
As the days parade by, the glass
becomes more inflexible.
No befriending
this spectre, this phantom.
I am glad it is not me.