Reflections
2
Mirror, mirror,
on the wall,
Why do you
bother to reflect at all?
What you
show me is a lie,
And yet
you say, "It is I".
I know myself
as you cannot do,
You just
hang there on a screw,
Showing
what I don't want to be,
And I know
it's just not me.
What you
see and what you show
are in the
reverse as we all know,
so I think
your image sees,
everything
that's bad in me.
Now in reverse
I contemplate
that what
I see is but my mate,
the side
of me that's buried deep,
so for this
I will not weep.
You show
my age, I see my youth,
you show
my life and all the strife.
Yet I see
the joy and many a smile
with which
I make my life worthwhile.
I know I
just don't look like that
I am not
ugly, vain and fat
I must be
beautiful you see,
as everyone
loves the real me.
I pray,
Oh mirror, you never reflect,
the me I
know and respect,
If you do
then I will be
just a sad
reflection of me.
What you
are doing, can't you see,
is showing
the reverse of me.
So I shall
turn your face to the wall
and live
my life without your gall.
(C) Copyright 1999
BOB KING
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