The truth is, this matter with the Donald being president elect in the U.S. has discombobulated me a bit, so not into witty words. But, not to leave you dear reader bereft of same (!!), I enclose for your perusal a poem from the Irish philosopher Edmund Burke.
The heading may sound a bit philosophical, as one might assume with the topic coming from a philosopher. But, is not a heavy dissertation to ponder on, rather a light read to, hopefully, cause you to smile in empathy.
The Mirror
By Edmund Burke 1729 - 1797, Irish Philosopher.
I look in the mirror
And what do I see?
A strange looking person
That cannot be me.
For I am much younger
And not nearly so fat
As that face in the mirror
I am looking at.
Oh, where are the mirrors
That I used to know
Like the ones which were
Made thirty years ago?
Now all things have changed
And I`m sure you`ll agree
Mirrors are not as good
As they used to be.
So never be concerned,
If wrinkles appear
For one thing I`ve learned
Which is very clear,
Should your complexion
Be less than perfection,
It is really the mirror
That needs correction!
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