I read Ken e Hall's, "Think Mirror Mirror, Don’t You" which reminded me of my poem which starts out with the same first line. See my recommendations to find his poem to read and see the similarities.
A CRACK in the MIRROR
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Where are you hiding me?
That face is not the one I recall.
It’s not the me I seem to be.
Forget that school reunion picture.
I’m not the fella standing there.
Who could all those others be?
Where is Joe and Fred, with their hair?
Could that be Bill and Paul?
So many I never saw.
Could it be we were classmates once?
I feel like such a dunce.
Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Why can’t you hide the years?
A crack now in your face appears.
My memory is cracking too I fear.
Ben Gieske, June 15, 2006
Hahaha lovely written, great joy to read ! .. Maybe we are meant to loose a few memories in order to make new ones..One aunt use to say that wrinkles are presents from gods, for us remaining only to wear them proud ..I know.. she 's very happy with her mirror.. she has only a few, at 88 she's such a gorgeous lady.