The Mirror Never Lies Or Does It

She reviews her arse in the mirror. Has it still got a dimple? Has it got, any bigger? It's the same with her face. Has it got a mole or a pimple? Have I lost my youthful vigour? Do I now have bushy nasal hair? She reviews her ears in the mirror. Are they getting bigger, so it's official? She's getting older "I'm Old" now tears. Stark-horror even my height is shorter. My face is showing wrinkles. And there are red blotch blood-vessels Around her nose, her mouth and chest: Her husband shouts don't worry, love. Bless I'll still, love—yeah! Don't worry, love. I'll still love—yeah! "Dear … you're simply the best."