Don't Go Around Mirrors

Silver streaks run through my hair,
I'm not sure how they got there.
Oh well... what can I say?
that can't be the worst of my day.

Gravity never used to be so cruel,
that extra roll sure ain't cool.
Mirrors sure can play some tricks,
I swear just last week... I had eyelids!



What's with all this extra skin?
it wobbles underneath my chin.
I know I used to be much taller,
that isn't the way I wanted to be smaller.

Oh my! What a travesty,
that mean ol' hateful gravity.
Body snatchers come take me away,
Calgon just ain't working today.

Original poetry © 2001 Arona Sims
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