I looks in the mirror but cannot see
Anyone looking back I recognise
Just an old man who cannot be me
I look back ready to apologise
But I am alone, no one else to accuse
The truth has been laid bare
But my mind still tries to eschew
The devastation I can see there
What happened to the man I used to be
And when did he slip away
Leaving behind this travesty
That I can see in the mirror today
I remember the face of my father
I remember the face of his son
When did they merge or rather
When did the two become one?.
Where now is the youth emerging
When my whole world was still new
An addled and confused twenty something
Who thought the world would come to you
How I wish that I’d known
That the struggles were about to begin
That twenty is just a milestone
And the challenges you rarely win
And somewhere along life’s pathway
Where wrong turnings are the norm
Opportunities are just debts to repay
Grab a rose and you catch the thorn
The mirror they say never lies
It’s reflection the reflection of truth
And though I look into my mirrored eyes
I still can’t find the child of my youth.
- Author: Tallisman (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 6th, 2023 01:27
- Comment from author about the poem: Www.tallisman.co.uk
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- Users favorite of this poem: GenXer Shamrocker ☘️
Comments9
very cool concept and super well written!
Thanks H !
Just give the image an empathic smile - works wonders. 🙂
'Tis however a truthful write; describes something we all have to find our own way through, I suppose.
I tried that but ended up counting teeth!
Oh dear - it's like talking to babes around here, sometimes... 🙂..............smile with your lips closed!
🤪
Good words Tallisman, I often look in the mirror and see my father looking back at me.
Andy
Thanks Andy.
(that you're looking
is testimony, enough
most
can barely look themselves
in the eye, fearing
a reappearance, a glimpse
of that youth they idolise
unwilling
to accept the lies, they feed
with a warping of their past..
a trick to life, is insuring
we fight to keep alive, that remnant
essence of gaiety and youth
in our hearts, there-in
dwells our veracity of worth
our grace, our dreams and hopes
our fuel for persevering
all those obstacles that yet await..)
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Thanks LB, inspiring words.
Lovely piece my friend. Right up my street in the rhyme and feel . Luvverly write!
A masterpiece if you ask me. You delivered the concept beautifully. Thanks for sharing, you're a great poet.
Thanks SadQ, good to hear from you! Hope you are well…
Tallisman!!! A heart touching write!
Shamrocker, thanks! Good to hear from you! Hope you are well…
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