She Knows The Mirror On Her Wall

Like Eleanor Rigby Sits Eloise Ridgley Alone with a teacup of sorrows Spent all her tomorrows Looking back on yesterday Making her way 'Round yellowing piles of newspapers She's been meaning to read A miserly woman whose only greed Is to believe she still has time To find the love of her lifetime Before she has to dye her hair again And pretend she looks her best When no one comes to call She knows the mirror on the wall Watches her eating her t.v. dinner Announcing she's a winner At solitaire Fragile now and frozen there Beneath the lonely glow of lamplight wishes One fork, one spoon, and so done her dishes For another night With the aches in her bones Reminding her she's alone With only hobbies to hold her thoughts from growing old Making lists of all she planned to do Back then, when dreams were still new The wide eyed cat from slumber crawls To beg for her attention And promises not to mention The sad sight of it all She knows the mirror on the wall Stares back in disgust, shaking it's head As she picks up needle and thread Trying to stitch meaning Into the fading tapestry of her time