Looking in the mirror, <br />What's that, that I see? <br />Oh, bloody hell, it is my face, <br />That's staring back at me. <br />Two blue eyes, now dulling, <br />Some wrinkles and crows feet, <br />(Or might they pass as laughter lines) , <br />To people that I meet. <br />Looking in the mirror, <br />My face, I wish, was yours, <br />Then I'd look like some~one different, <br />When I venture out of doors.<br /><br />Lizzy Tomlinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/face-2/
