Mirror Image

[Merkin]

Mirror Image

Who is this stranger in my bathroom mirror?

The ghost of an ancestor? If only he were clearer?

Where are my specs? Damned things are never there,

Wait - they rest above, perched in my hair.

What hair? Don?t mock my shining pate,

Premature loss has always been my fate,

And hair?s not the only thing to disappear:

I haven?t had my manhood up at all this year,

Although I?d never know, below this gut,

When conditions might be ready for a rut.

Thank goodness, I?ve been spared the chance

For medical emergency, should I attempt that dance!

Yet I surely grudge the possibility I'd meet

A cute Responder, who?d sweep me off my feet.

Come to think, I?d no doubt be splayed already:

Even at the best of times I?m none too steady,

And such an opportunity to spread my bony knees

Would be lost, in circumstances sure to seize

This worn heart, which thank goodness still provides

That essential spark, and keeps my hopes alive.

James Merkin

[Richard Norway]

That was wonderful...and scary...James. What a trip dowm memory lane.

[DesDownunder]

Excellent James, you have captured the essence of continuing life with aged but still hoping heart.

Your poem actually made feel being alive is good.

[Madrigal]

Excellent :D.

[Cole Parker]

Great, James.

I myself avoid the disappointments engendered by mirror gazing by avoiding them. Me and vampires, I guess.

As for keeping hopes alive by spreading ones knees and hoping for the best, uh, I guess wishful thinking is a good thing. Hope springs eternal.

C

[Smaccoms]

hey, there nothin wrong with fantasizing, it's what mkaes us human haha. Very engaging, I am intrugued. I now am only 20, but now know 60 will be a trip. Thank you