I look on...

I looked at the mirror

I looked at the mirror again tonight.

I looked at myself after pretty long,

I looked at how I look now.

I looked if anything had to be fixed,

I looked interested in myself, and how!

I’d never really been a Narcissist, but

I brushed with the sense after pretty long.

I used to gaze at the reflection for hours,

I used to look on until my look was fine.

I used to ask the mirror if I’d be looked at

I used to smile for the gentry that would dine.

And then, my muse was gone.

Along; had gone plenty.

I lost much, and in that was my mirror.

I was brought a new one, framed, and well lit.

I looked at it and wondered, for whom?

I was told to move on, but I rarely looked at it.

Today, was it?

Or has it been for a while?

I spoke interestedly and listened to the replies,

I smiled and kept it, till I walked home.

I looked at the mirrored face and yes, time flies.

I hooked the mirror on a wall,

I look at the mirror today and

I remember the bygone fall.

I look hesitant, I sigh for the dawn,

I look at the mirror to see a missing scar,

I look, and there’s still in me that fawn.

I look at new grey in the hair, but that wouldn’t mar.

I look on;

I’ll love the old look for on, but

I would look on for my look from now on.