Me and My Mirror
Me and My Mirror
Me and My Mirror
Looked in mirror and then found my face
In a polite, particular and poignant place
Where there were wrinkles and two ears,
Eyes with brows and occasional tears.
Lips laughed and words they did speak
And my wandering eyes soon would seek
Things to see as I looked around;
Ears never heard eyes make a sound.
When mouth was hungry, God had fed;
Looked higher to see gray hair on head;
One more time in mirror tried to peak
To see movement in my each cheek.
What if both my eyes, I were to close
And had missed seeing any of my nose;
When I started to turned around;
Lonely face no longer could be found.
James Thomas Horn
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