August 1996
August's poem really doesn't require a lot of explanation. In fact saying too much would probably detract from its simple message.
Maybe the fact that I'm happier being 42 than 39 says more about my friends than about all the wonders of fruit acids, moisturisers and an alcohol-free diet put together though.
It's not easy to learn to see yourself through other people's eyes rather than your own .. and you do have to be picky of course ! The effort's well worthwhile nevertheless.
In a world devoid of mirrors How differently we'd see Not the face of forty years The one reflecting all my fears With lines recalling countless tears The one I know as me In a world without its mirrors I hope that we'd be free To see reflections from our friends Whose faces, just like mirrors, send A picture which their loving lends Brush strokes of honesty
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