The Mirror

I look in the mirror
And what do I see?
A strange-looking person
That cannon be me.

For I am much younger
And not nearly so fat
As that face in the mirror
I am looking at.

Oh, where are the mirrors
That I used to know
Like the ones which were made
Thirty years ago?

Now all things have changed
And I’m sure you’ll agree
Mirrors are not as good
As they used to be.

So never be concerned
If the wrinkles appear
For one thing I’ve learned
Which is very clear:

Should your complexion
Be less than perfection,
It is really the mirror
That needs correction.

Anonymous