REFLECTION

REFLECTION I'm left, now staring into the mirror's reflection A face, showing the merest hint of resignation What is to be, will be, as others may have said Moving forward to tomorrow with a heavy tread Securing the day's agenda without reservation Uncaring of any real or imagined imperfection But can silvered glass really see me deep inside As it has no intelligence, memory nor perception All it can do is reflect one's innermost thoughts Realising it's much more than ones and noughts It can be no more than merely a true reflection With no sensitivity to a viewer's shame or pride It does reverse the image seen, from left to right We've no control over the way lightwaves travel But its main contribution is to the way we think Hoping that the image survives when we blink But modern physics can make all of this unravel Yet we all should be grateful for our gift of sight