The mirror once a friend
a daily visit quite the trend.

A look here a look there
to adjust and smooth and stare.

not out of vanity or conciete
just to insure that all was orederly an neat.

but friends no more are we
for i do not recognize the image that i see.

No more aburn hair or long eye lashes
no more eye brows or funny mustashes.
just an image that looks unfinished.

but as i gaze at my reflection
im a sexy bitch apon closer inspection.

smooth sleek and clean
rather handsom and keen!

i dont need my old friend any more it seems

i have new friends with familer faces
beautifull and unique all from dif places.

a poem by
Brian E Kirchman