A Father's Mantle
There's a mirror in the mantle , in the dust and the mold
It hangs like a poem , with a story to be told
Now it's pitted and boned , and reflects only cracks
By a candle that flickers , dripping tears full of wax
A story of neglect , like some hinge full of rust
Of words never written , of a Father's trust
Gone in those books , with a poet on the spine
Sleep knights full of armor , and thrones masculine
This mirror in the mantle , with reflections now dim
Once looked over a family and father within
Now it's forgotten , and waits on the wall
To beam a reflection that covers us all
It's pitted and boned , like a scroll by the sea
And hangs like the Savior still looking at me
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