Prisoner of the Mirror

I never thought a piece of glass--two dimensioned
could hold my entire being.
Don't I have three?
Maybe more, says H.G. Wells.

Push chest out, stomach in;
narrow eyes--wish self away.

If only
i had brown eyes....
if only
i were taller....
or maybe shorter....
if only
i were ever thinner!

or recently,
if only
i were younger....

Those gray hairs can be dyed.
Dim the light--
i can almost pretend
away laugh lines.

Oscar Wilde was right.

When i was young i wished i were pretty
wasting what looks i had.

The glass looks on mockingly.
A cruel moon to my tainted sun.
Who can break me out?

Ugly Women

Ugly women, let us face it
simply were not formed for love.
Pretty girls, clear-skinned and slender
are a gift from up above.

Brains and heart avail us nothing.
In love Beauty takes the prize.
Wicked men take strapping wenches--
men of virtue use their eyes.

Some men claim their higher minded
looking for sweet Christian girls.
Soul and spirit cannot draw them
like thin legs and glossy curls!

Blessings on your marriage  portion.
Hopeful bridegroom take your wife.
Like a pool so bright and shallow
stagnanting in forest hollow--

drink from it for all your life!