Changing room mirrors don’t lie
Flattery isn’t their game
Is that what I look like?
Mm…I’m afraid that it is
Where did that belly come from!
A few years ago when not well
When my spirit was down feeling low
I went to buy trousers
Just like today
And the mirror! Well we near came to blows!
It shook me to see my reflection
And the shock it did me no harm
I sorted my haircut
I sorted my soul
Sometimes we need an alarm
If this is me on the outside
What will I find on the ‘in’
Neglect of your soul
Will plunge you in hell
Are you clear or festering sin?
So the mirror reminds me to look
To examine my spirit with care
Attend to that belly
Don’t watch too much telly
Make sure you get plenty fresh air
Brian Fahy
24 August 2021
Erris Poetry 