Mirror Image by Lewis

Mirror, mirror on the wall

Who’s the feyest of them all?

Surely can’t be said of me

I strive so hard to manly be.

Oft my image makes me wince

Asymmetric from birth hence;

Discolored lips far from lush,

Eyes that skew, no hair to brush.

Yet, altogether not amiss

Or with a trace of feminess,

I pass as straight among the crowd

No cry of “fag” is heard aloud.

I wander any milieu,

Yielding not a single clue

What physique might catch my eyes

Or give a hint I might like guys.

Perhaps it shouldn’t matter

What veggie I dip in batter

But if something’s going to fry,

I’d as soon it not be THIS guy.

© 22 June 2013

About the Author 

I came to the beautiful state of Colorado out of my native Kansas by way of Michigan, the state where I married and I came to the beautiful state of Colorado out of my native Kansas by way of Michigan, the state where I married and had two children while working as an engineer for the Ford Motor Company. I was married to a wonderful woman for 26 happy years and suddenly realized that life was passing me by. I figured that I should make a change, as our offspring were basically on their own and I wasn't getting any younger. Luckily, a very attractive and personable man just happened to be crossing my path at that time, so the change-over was both fortuitous and smooth.

Soon after, I retired and we moved to Denver, my husband's home town. He passed away after 13 blissful years together in October of 2012. I am left to find a new path to fulfillment. One possibility is through writing. Thank goodness, the SAGE Creative Writing Group was there to light the way.