MORNINGS

Some mornings in the mirror

As I sit and I reflect

The crystal ball may have the answers

For why I don’t see what I expect

Most days, I am the fairest

I don’t even have to ask

But somedays what’s in the mirror

Just appalls me as I pass.

I could refuse to take a glimpse

I could pass by without a peek,

Then, tonight I will catch-up

On much-needed beauty sleep