When I Look In the Mirror

Alarm clock rings the morning call Upon my floor my feet now fall I stretch and scratch my waking head As I climb from my comfy bed. I wander to my bedroom door Stepping over clothes left on the floor With eyes now open, in the mirror I see Not the reflection I want, staring back at me. The man in the mirror is just, but the skin And everything else is so deep within. So, if asked, “When I look in the mirror what do I see?” I reply, “Just the body of the man that I know him to be.” For the mirror can be cracked or even covered from view Because, it is never the reflection that shows the real you.