Reflection

Whose face is in the mirror? A facsimile without a spirit Caught for just a moment Turns away re-appearing Whenever I'm near My undeniable twin Other half, innocent Of the day's deed Pure as polished glass What feats can he perform As I flex my soft muscles And observe his wrinkled face There's a soldier With gritty countenance Worn leather skin Has braved life's campaign Still sees sunshine Everywhere, in all he does A heart full of gratitude For this precious gift My face in the mirror, Sir My face