24 Syllable Poems

Morning Reflection

Morning Reflection

Two rheumy eyes,
a wrinkled face,
a bushy beard,
a thatch of thinning hair,
and bleak expression.

Who is this stranger?
What is he doing in my house?
How did he stumble here?
Why is his face so sad?

I sigh and put my toothbrush down,
then try to soothe away my frown.
Within my head I'm still a youth,
but mirrors only show the truth.



Line count: 13
Form: no set form but written in varied iambic meter and with ABAB rhyming on the concluding quatrain.
Prompt: Describe something you see every day.

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