Every time I look at the mirror
I am surprised by myself
I don’t see a proud warrior
But just my haggard old self
With wrinkles on the face
And a belly that runneth over
An old man doth gaze
Out of the mirror so clever
But I really do believe
that mirrors do lie, baby
and I therefore flee
from these mirrors, maybe
for mirrors do lie
and never capture me.
Mirrors are sly
and only reveal, maybe
the illusions of me
but mirrors can’t capture
My soul so bright
and mirrors can’t feel rapture
At my thoughts like light
Mirrors do lie baby
so don’t believe all that you see
your beauty or glamour maybe
just an illusion that deludes, you see
while your beauty deep inside
I can certainly never ever see
but only the pride outside
for mirrors only lie to me
By - Suri Ben Noah
29th March 2014