Mirror, mirror on the wall, <br />Why do I look in you, at all, <br />For all I see is the same old me, <br />And not how I so want to be. <br /> <br />Mirror, mirror on the stairs, <br />Why do you show me many years, <br />A face with wrinkles everywhere, <br />Would anybody like my share. <br /> <br />Mirror, mirror near my bed, <br />In you I look with certain dread, <br />For creams and potions just don't work, <br />Behind them still the wrinkles lurk. <br /> <br />Mirror, mirror in the hall, <br />Seeing you makes me recall, <br />That I am now of senior age, <br />Well stuck into the wrinkles stage. <br /> <br />Mirror, mirror by the door, <br />How I hate you more and more, <br />I'm having to look the other way, <br />When my reflection's on display.<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reflection/
