Hang Me In the Mirror

(Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 81) Hang me in the mirror Let there be no intention to fix my egg Do not detach the mirror from the wall Black hair shines better in its reflection Wait till you leave no trace in sight of the actor Holding the thought firm in flashback to peg The rare trick behind how its trace forestall Staring at the old face with a different complexion But here, we are not alone with no other Viewing one from enmity but as brother Tomorrow's greatness for ones in turn Yesterday's glue gunk its prime to burn Today's graceful spark may not meet up choice In favor of the super million duper boys Difference be marked of background status We do forget sometimes that the difference is a plus Working through it, we have to be the best Tough though readily prepared for the coming test Liking each to the triumphant glory Of who is to tell a grass to grace story