HAND MIRROR

HAND MIRROR

By Roger A. Davis


Avoid reflecting glass
Exposes my past
My heart can be young
Yet, crow's-feet tell what I've done

Mirrored image, my body in pain
Herniated disc, spine sprain
Eyes: window of the soul
Laugh: echo of a full bowl

At rest in a dimmed room
My hand is a spinning loom
Wrinkles, a hand mirror of skin
Show the age old predicament I'm in

Each day is a surprise
I see my hands with new eyes
Whose hands can these be?
My grandmother's, not me

Like the heavens; many stars
Mine; story telling scars
From filleting fish
To the removal of a cyst

Life lines on palms have expired
No more, the new love I've desired
Regrets seem to have sway
Yet I have hands that can still pray!