Boy do Mirrors Blow My Mind
Boy do mirrors blow my mind
They give me time to check my behind
They gauge me going blind
I walked so fast around them that I never got time
to see what was in them
People hang them all over
but just like their bad habits ……ignore them
Oh I never realized this and that
My beard is grey
my ass is fat
Ahhhhhhh…..but I do remember a time when I spent hours gazing into it
Occasionally popped zits upon it
But the truth of it is Why was it so easy to peer into it then, and so painful to peek at it now
Vainly believed only for a second it was that my decaying form was too much to behold
But upon sober contemplation
It occurred to me………
That my face reflected the sorrows of opportunities missed
My lips yearned for the mouths I had not kissed
My eyes telling tales of those I dismissed
My soul asking why I was so pissed.
Who invented this damn thing
Gimme his number let me give him a ring
And tell him………….ahhhhh …….ummmm
Thanks…….for the memories!
JL 12/17/03