Edmund Burke, poeta irlandês: The Mirror

I look in the mirror

And what do I see

A strange looking person

That cannot be me.

For, I am much younger

And not nearly so fat

As that face in the mirror

I am looking at.

Oh, where are the mirrors

That I used to know

Like the ones which were

Made thirty years ago

Now all things have changed

And I’m sure you’ll agree

Mirrors are not as good

As they used to be.

So never be concerned,

If wrinkles/ extra flab appear

For one thing I’ve learned

Which is very clear,

Should your complexion

Be less than perfection,

It is really the mirror

That needs correction….