When I reflect back

Over the years since I was

First introduced to this house

I can say I have seen an awful lot

I have seen small children scream and make faces

Teenagers squeeze their spots

Admire themselves

Sit in a corner and cry relentlessly

Over a love lost

I have seen them pout

And put on make up

Take it off later

sometimes through tear stained mascara

I’ve seen the wrinkles and the creams

The frowns and the scowls

The tantrums

The slammed locked doors

The sagging flabby skin

On faces stomachs, hips, legs and arms

The patting and the petting

The snogging and the gobbing

The shaving and the cravings

The sighing and denying

The moaning and the whining

 

I’ve seen nudity abounding

All shapes and sizes dance in front of me

I’ve seen the dejected

Rejected

The circumspect

The circumcised and the undetected

Pass in front of me

 A parade of wanton flesh

All believing that I hear no evil

Speak no evil

And see no evil

Some even ask my advice

But of course

I am eternally silent

On even the most important of matters

And I never move an inch

Except for the time I fell off the wall

Because I had a screw loose

And she was furious with him

For putting me up in the first place so badly

And now I have a chipped edge

And begin to look my age

 

There has been talk of scrapping me for a newer

And no doubt thinner model

But I am still full of action

Even though occasionally

I get a bit steamed up

I am still more that capable of reflecting back

All that is seen said and heard by me

I am the perfect counsellor

I never breath a word

Sometimes I just think that I am taken for granted

Occasionally I get polished

But when I am

I rather think that most of the time

They don’t like what they see

Llooking back at them

fortunately, they soon forget

until the next time

 

but if you want to pay a visit

please do drop in

I am situated in a comfortable little room

At the top of the stairs

Third door from the left

No need to knock