Mirror mirror upon the wall please tell me <br />how many faces you can recall. I know that <br />you are over one hundred years old because <br />your frame is of oak, a wood that is more <br />precious than gold. Oh mirror mirror with your <br />bevelled edge, viewing all above the fire ledge. <br />If you could speak, what stories you could tell, <br />or if you could write a book, oh how it would sell. <br />Oh mirror mirror upon my chimney breast, this has <br />become your final place of rest. when I found you, <br />you needed tender loving care but with a bit of <br />spit and polish you have become quite rare. <br />Your value is not important that don't worry me <br />I just love you because you are a mirror and it is <br />only my face you will see.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-aged-mirror/
