Just For You Poetry

They say the mirror never lies but I think it tells big porky pies
that cannot be me and I should know
It’s more like my mother
and she’s passed on

Mirror, mirror on the wall where is the girl I once knew?
who’s that woman staring back at me?
It’s some kind of reflection
it can’t be me

Picking up a picture frame a girl looks back with a beautiful
mane her eyes are clear her face unlined prettiness of
youth lost along the line

The passing of time how quickly it flows it seems
like only yesterday when I was
young not old

It seems to pass before we know yet when we are young
it goes so slow speeding up the
older we grow

So taken for granted our precious gift guess the person in the
mirror is not a myth but when she’s washed and
ed her hair an attractive woman
looks back at her

Counting my blessings, the canvas is clear just a little paint
a touch here and there my eyes hold the mirror daring
it to say who’s that old lady
looking at me today?