Promptly Poetry - Book 3

The Mirror and I Disagree

I wish I could say that my face
is the very model of aging with grace
That ev’ry line tells a story
not of worry, but of glory
Alas, smooth brows are planed in peace
but every crisis becomes a crease.

I could have stayed out of the sun
didn’t need to have all that fun.
Sun Blocking not baby oiling,
prevents the dreaded dermal broiling.
But while SPF50 some may choose
to me, freckles are nature’s tattoos.


I wish I could say that my face,
is the epitome of calm and grace.
But my jowls are saggy,
eyelids droop, my cheeks are baggy.
See how my nose has grown so large?
There’s grey hairs and stray scars.
The mirror and I oft disagree
for I feel 27 but look 83.


Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2025-2026)" 

Week # 34

Your poem should be inspired and include this word:

MIRROR

Required Line Count: minimum of 12, no max
No form requirements