Grubby Old Woman

I looked in the mirror,

what did I see;

A grubby old woman,

starring back at me;

Hair all a mess,

bags under the eyes;

A haggard old woman,

I tell you no lies;

Who is this old crone,

looking ran over by a train;

I stare in her eyes,

do I know her name;

She is quite familiar,

tho, distorted and weird;

Someone, who's close to me,

OH NO!!!, I feared;

Maybe, some water,

to put on her face;

Will lessen the swelling,

and brighten her case;

Is Halloween near,

for it must be;

I'm scared to death,

for I know it's ME;