Posted in Poems

Truth looks back in mirrors

autumn

Hot looks from men.
Are you serious?
It has never happened.
I’m plain. No such luck.

There’s no Valentine.
No candlelight dinners.
No sparks of romance.
Chemistry got left out.

Marriage and picket fence.
I’m resigned to being without.
That is all behind me.
So too, is beauty.

What gifts did I come with?
Hardworking!
Beauty would’ve been my choice.
God’s gift was hardworking.

Am I bitter? No.
The grass is greener from here.
It is an illusion. Yes?
Truth looks back in mirrors.

By C.E. Pereira
(14-2-2019)