Jane Blanchard: Mirror, Mirror . . .

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
Do you have to show me all
Failures of myself to meet
Former standards of conceit?

You were purchased way back when:
I was so much younger then,
Thinner and more beautiful;
Wrinkles seemed impossible.

Could you please enhance the view
I am often subject to
As I have to make a pass
Down the hall and by your glass?

If you cannot humor me
And appease my vanity,
I shall need to strategize:
Maybe I should close both eyes.

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