Mirror

I look upon my mirror-self and sigh
Sometimes in grief sometimes in sheer delight
My image bothers me, I know not why
My visage grants my soul a wary plight

The many features of my wizened face
My hair, my beard, my deep and passion'd gaze
Compels in others fear unto make haste
For angry MAN approaches on the day.

And thus my question festers in my soul
Does plight alight from outside or within?
Is problem mine my image or my foul
Presentation? Wherefore to begin?

I cast my eyes away from mirrored wall
I cannot see the fairest of them all