Honesty

The Mirror Crack’d

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder

but a world without mirrors ?

It would be like heaven and hell had fallen on earth

as illusions of divinity – shattered

 

pictures captured by brush not box

and barbers taking time over women’s (and men’s locks)

“You really look good!” They’ll all say

Not mentioning the topic – your hairs going grey

 

And fashion be judged by crowds by a look

as you wander around in a dress off the hook

the salesman smiled – as he took your cash

but opinions from others – are honest but rash

 

“Too hell with it!” you yell “I like it!” you say

but banana coloured trousers with shirt pink and grey ?

You’ll say – “It’s the fashion – what they’re wearing”, Of course

(Forgetting you’re dressed like a pantomime horse)

 

So as you walk away – wearing clothes with a smile

people say nothing – and laugh after a while

at the fashion statement – you just had to buy

that if in the mirror you’d seen – it’d just make you cry