Reflection
Whose face is in the mirror?
A facsimile without a spirit
Caught for just a moment
Turns away re-appearing
Whenever I'm near
My undeniable twin
Other half, innocent
Of the day's deed
Pure as polished glass
What feats can he perform
As I flex my soft muscles
And observe his wrinkled face
There's a soldier
With gritty countenance
Worn leather skin
Has braved life's campaign
Still sees sunshine
Everywhere, in all he does
A heart full of gratitude
For this precious gift
My face in the mirror, Sir
My face
Copyright © James Gibbons | Year Posted 2010
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