Portrait of the Poet

The portrait stood end to end Hung with a mindful countenance, Its image spoke of human substance Emanating from its embedded virtue The birth, the death, the family The lifelong friendships, the joy and tragedies In the eye of its muse it manifested completely This sterling moment at hand, when all truth blended The epiphany of the tale was given, defined and judged His image rendering his face within..........the mirror in front of him