Monday, November 12, 2007

The Mirror

For hours as an obsessive teen,
Each pimple was inspected.
An adult, he was wont to preen,
Each wrinkle soon detected.
Besotted by the mirror’s sheen,
This trait was ne’er corrected.
“Oh how I think what might have been,”
He mournfully

(Homework for the Phoenix Writers Group)

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