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