She looks in the mirror and still sees
a beautiful young woman,
even though she’s eight and eighty.
Old age has distorted her mind;
she’s unable to see the truth,
the wrinkled, old woman she’s become.
She thinks she’s still in her twenties,
young, carefree and beautiful,
like she was in her youth.
Maybe she’s better off than
if she knew the truth and saw
the dying, old woman in her mirror.
Bob Boyd