Mirror, mirror on the wall;

who is the fairest of us all?

Whose drawn in cheek, or ruby lips?

Whose wide-eyed stare, eye brows eclipse?

Then in a moment all is gone.

Our aging skin tell what is wrong.

It sags away, the pores expose

those lines etched deep beside a nose.

The sagging neck, the wrinkled brow,

It was so sudden, I wonder how?

 
 

David Garlick, Mexico, January, 1998