MIRROR, MIRROR

I think that I shall never see
A mirror as it's 'sposed to be,
A mirror that lies and makes me thin
And takes away my double chin.

And with compassion's gentle hand
It makes me svelte and nicely tanned.
No wrinkles, sags or extra skin
That covers where my youth had been.

Good mirrors hide my baggy eyes
And trim away my legs and thighs;
No knuckles swollen from cold rains
No worry 'bout unsightly veins.

But I've decided not to fret
Or let myself get too upset.
I've looked around and heaved a sigh
For others look as bad as I.

Mariane Holbrook