Self Portrait

REFLECTIONS

Who is that old lady in the mirror?
It cannot be myself.
It must be my mother’s photo
that’s sitting on the shelf.

Who is that odd lady in the mirror?
Always wearing purple
with a bright red handbag
that doesn’t go at all.

Who is that sad lady in the mirror?
Never seen her with a grin,
face is always looking grim
with frown lines that reach her chin.

Who’s that recycled teenager in the mirror?
She’s mutton dressed as lamb,
she still wears sixties make up
and pouts just like a madam.

Who’s that person in the mirror?
No-one else knows but me
that I might almost be seventy
but still think I’m twenty three!