March 2016

Mirror, Mirror

Seen through a dusty mirror

the lines of time blur

looking back at me

is the girl I used to be.

Innocence restored

looking forward to fate’s reward.

Slowly I wipe the dust away

reveal myself as I am today

Wrinkles restored

eyes innocent no more

yet face serene

content to see

reflections of my life in me.


I’d like to be a pirate

sail the seven seas

buckle a swash or two

A parrot on my shoulder

maybe an eyepatch too

Find some gold

bury it deep

with an x to mark the spot

Yes I’d like to be a pirate

without a worry or care

deck under my feet

sea breeze in my hair

Alas a pirate’s life for me

is just another fantasy


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