Sexy Legs Playgirl's Looking Glass Mirror of the Soul Mirror on the Wall, Who Is the Fairest of the All? Is Playgirl getting Old!

The Mirror of the Soul

Goodness and love mold the form into
their own image, and cause the joy
and beauty of love to shine forth
from every part of the face.
When this form of love is seen
it appears ineffably beautiful, and
and affects with delight
the inmost life of the soul.
E. Swedenborg

Beauty is not in the face;
Beauty is a light in the heart.
Kahlil Gibran

In the house of Ignorance
there is no mirror
in which to view your soul.
Kahlil Gibran

Mirror Mirror on the Wall, Who Is the Fairest of the All?

Made me stop abruptly, the mirror on the wall,
Must be a delusion, can't be me at all.
Approached a little closer, my eyes could not believe,
The image there before me, unfeasible to conceive.
Dear God, a silver gray hair, upon a shiny lock,
My face became a grimace, this was too big a shock.
Was that a tiny wrinkle, next to my bonny eye?
Heavens what a horror, this charmer's going to die.
Neared a touch more closely,
scrutinized beneath the chiselled chin,
Mouth minus full radiance, when spread into a grin.
Satiny complexion, was the tautness somewhat gone?
Teary eyed commanded, STOP! Don't you dare go on.
Recoiled from that huge mirror, hung smugly on the wall,
Felt defiled and ruined, my world gone suddenly small,
Obliterated lewd truths, persistent to unfold.
Flipped the pages of my mind to subject matter-OLD!
Sadly read the pages, of years gone by so fast,
How I took for granted the flower of my past.
No! This didn't happen, I who had it ALL.
Oh, but don't dismiss the mirror on the wall.
Indignantly repudiated its "silent" insinuation,
But imperfections are determined to unmask,
inspite of pained concealment, leaving desperation.
Never show my face again to any living soul,
Mortal sins committed, have come to take their toll.
Profoundly stunned,
And then a spark of hope and inquisitive concern,
Approached the mirror once again, whimpered, then returned.
Oh, mirror mirror on the wall, how very cruel of you,
As soon as I compose myself,
I'm getting rid of you!

Author:
~Laverne :o)
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At my age flowers scare me!
- George Burns

At my age I do what Mark Twain did.
I get my daily paper, look at the
obituaries page and if I'm not there
I carry on as usual.
- Partick Moore

You know you are getting old when the
candles cost more than the cake.
- Bob Hope

Old age comes on suddenly,
and not gradually as is thought.
- Emily Dickinson