That Fatal Glance in the Mirror


By John Grey

Youth spent.
Future here,
Don’t like it.
Too many lines in the face.
Too much gray in the hair.
And your stomach’s
as bloated as a volleyball.
Nothing any woman
would want.
Nothing any man
would care to be.
Truth hurts like
six stubbed toes
and a lumbar puncture.
You’re only young once.
But you’re old
all of a sudden.

John Grey is an Australian poet, U.S. resident, recently published in New Plains Review, Stillwater Review and Big Muddy Review with work upcoming in Louisiana Review, Columbia College Literary Review and Spoon River Poetry Review.


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