Here's another offering to Poet's Corner from a local lady. 

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"That Woman in My Mirror"

I think and feel just 21

But when I stop and stare

Into the mirror on the wall

I don’t recognise who’s there.

I know the eyes; they are clear and brown

And the lashes are jet black,

But the white haired woman with hanging jowls

Is a stranger who stares back.

I turn around and she turns too,

She copies everything I do,

I stick out my tongue and slant my eyes,

She does the same to my surprise.

I step to the side, out of her view,

And try to catch her out

By quickly stepping back again

But she’s there, with her scowling pout.

I’m determined she wont beat me

I’ll creep down stairs tonight,

She won’t know that I am there,

I won’t put on the light.

Quick as a wink the mirror will be

Ripped from the wall in a flash

I’ll run with it into the yard

And throw it in the trash.

Then, I’ll settle down to growing old

It’s really not so bad.

As long as I don’t look in mirrors,

'Because, that woman will drive me mad ..