Ancient Mirror
A paradigm this glass depicting me,
that in an instant copies me from birth,
like looking into eyes that do not see,
yet on the surface details all my worth.
True reflections of life with honesty,
reminding me of precious measured time,
with visions of each moments vanity,
revealing lovely beauty, dirt and grime.
A window where another side resides,
expanding the confinement of a room;
no other eyes this openness provides,
this ancient mirror hanging in my room.
Copyright © Bill Doggett | Year Posted 2009
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