Who Me? Forty?

by LION'S EYE

One day I stood at the bathroom sink 

As I looked up, started to think.

The face that stared right back at me 

was not someone I expected to see!

The hair had just a tinge of grey 

and by the eyes, some wrinkles played,

and sagging downward to the ground

the skin was tanned, the stomach round

I snarled at it, it snarled back

and shocked I saw there was a lack!

...for holes appeared within that grin

that showed some blackness there within

I flexed my muscles and showed who’s boss

but when I stretched it made me cough.

And just when starting to despair,

another figure then appeared.

She stepped up close and hugged me tight

and I knew 40 was alright...

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Little part, big start

Lion's Eye

(written to my wife for Christmas 2012 - she had to guess what it was.
It was a stainless drain for a stainless steel sink for our apt)

I'm just one part of a greater whole,

but fall in me and down you'll go!

So if you guess my vital part,

the rest of me will be your start!

You've waited long to hear me play,

the music of your day to day,

that tinkling chime of living sound

as everything goes round and round.

We're not as pretty as your rose,

for of our presence no one knows,

and we were purchased in the dark,

and hidden away right from the start!

We're shiny as a mirror bright,

all polished up and bouncing light,

but later no one looks at us,

all piled upon with food and crusts,

Reflecting dishes, pots and pans,

and all wiped down with soapy hands,

we'll do our job so faithfully,

and bring real cleansing then to thee.

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