Mirror, Mirror on the Wall (OctPoWriMo Day 4)

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Why do these wrinkles come to call?

Throw to me some magic beans

That reverse time, give youthful sheen.

Or let me rub Aladdin’s lamp

To wipe off crow’s feet, time’s tell-tale stamp.

Perhaps the Fairy Godmother

Could wave them off like none other.

Or King Midas with his golden touch

Could fill them in with shimmer dust.

Call Jack to take his famous cloak

Swoosh them invisible with one stroke.

But note in fairy tales long told

There’s no discrimation between young and old

Age matters not in being bold

Or finding life’s worth in more than gold

Obsessions only turn hearts cold

So why obsess with growing old?

Mirror, mirror on the wall

I’ll keep these wrinkles, I’ll keep them all.