Mirrors
I tell the life story
Of the lines in your face,
I have a good memory
Of the years with each gaze.
Unfolding old age
I will frankly disclose
Details of your image
As you look up close.
Bags under eyes,
Hair that is graying-
Years have gone by,
A truth I'm declaring.
Honest reflections
Boldly I will reveal,
I undress your emotions
And expose what you feel.
I cannot deceive
As I look at your eyes,
I return what you give
Because I never lie.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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