I look in the mirror
And what do I see
A strange looking person
That surely cannot be me.
For, I am much younger
And not nearly so fat
As that strange face in the mirror
That I am looking at.
Oh, where are those mirrors
That I used to know
Like the ones which were made
Some thirty years ago.
Now all things have changed
And I’m sure you’ll agree
Mirrors are not made as good
As they once used to be.
So never be concerned,
About those wrinkles and flab that your eyes see
For one thing I’ve learned
That is now very clear to me,
Should your complextion
Be less than perfection,
It is really the mirror
That surely needs the correction!
Good morning! I hope all of you are relaxing and enjoying this happy Sunday. Sharing a poem that I came across and found very interesting and amusing. Enjoy!
Imperfectly Perfect 