The mirror
I looked in the mirror
I wasn’t there
That’s not me
I’ve got brown hair
And skin so fair
Who is that?
Looking back at me
A silver moustache
A looking glass
Whose, is that chin
And silly grin
I demand to be told
Where I have gone
Well Sir
I’m your mirror
And you’re getting old.
Benny Bellamacina/Hampstead-London
2010 © Hootbooks
I looked in the mirror
I wasn’t there
That’s not me
I’ve got brown hair
And skin so fair
Who is that?
Looking back at me
A silver moustache
A looking glass
Whose, is that chin
And silly grin
I demand to be told
Where I have gone
Well Sir
I’m your mirror
And you’re getting old.
Benny Bellamacina/Hampstead-London
2010 © Hootbooks
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