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Reflections

Story ID:10802
Written by:Monte Leon Manka (bio, contact, other stories)
Organization:retired
Story type:Poem
Location:Corona Calif USA
Year:2016
Person:Chelsea Kansas Kid
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Reflection

Mirror, mirror
On the wall
This bent old man
Was once straight and tall

Not a wrinkle
In his face
Nary a blemish
Any place

Hair now
Sparse, straight and gray
Once was dark
And wavy

Teeth once straight
And white
Now crooked, broken
Mouth outta sight

Torso
Once neat and trim
Now bulges everywhere
On him

Legs once carried
Heavy loads
Now are wobbly
Shuffling down the road

Brain once quick
Remembered numbers by the score
Now can’t recall
His own phone number anymore

Tell the same old story
To those who will attention pay
Forgetting he told this same old story
Yesterday

So “Reflection”
I am telling you
If you are trying
To make me “blue”

This “Reflection”
Can’t be me
For with these tired old eyes
I can still see

I can smile
Can enjoy a good joke
Even if it’s on me
This bent old bloke

Still don’t need
A walking stick
Pride, you know
Can’t look sick

Cause this Old Man
No sympathy does he seek
As he awakes each day to walk
On the clean side of the concrete

Just now started a new year
2016, you know
So those “Reflections”
Into the trashcan you can throw.

Monte L. Manka 01-02-2016