We should not always believe, or dwell on, what we see.
In the Mirror By Franklin Price 5/21/2017 In the mirror, we agree, Reflections of credulity, Reverse of what all others see, Depends on mirror's quality. Mirrors at the county fair Distort, quite well, reflections there Not real, so we don't really care Finding humor seldom rare Unlike in the bathroom light Where reflections we perceive are right Each imperfection in our sight No humor there, they're just for spite. The mirror tells of passing years Reflecting all the smiles and tears The loves, the losses, joys and fears In the mirror all appears Don't reflect on all you feel What you see is no big deal To others you may still appeal For what you see's reverse of real
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