REFLECTION ON A REFLECTION

In the mirror - standing before me Is everything that I need to be... An image of human certainty. Certainly - upon my inspection... Far away, I am from perfection Which is portrayed in my reflection. This, many times before I have seen Whether or not the mirror is clean... But I am sure you know what I mean. I take onboard these thoughts of token... Mirror image is not outspoken Quite as much if its face is broken. Awoken - the position of smear Can change an entire atmosphere And make a perception disappear. Reception is null inside stained glass. The other side of much greener grass When a clear reflection comes to pass. Observance has taken centre stage As I grow older - become of age... Self-preservation which I engage. Wage - I must of my image, maintain... For I cannot acquire or gain Any more time going down the drain. Results of scars - the marks that were made. Now on my person, they are displayed... Physical prices which I have paid. Aside from the mirror, these I try... Looking into both a diamond's eye And my cast on water flowing by. Why - should I worry or show concern? I cannot heal, remove or unlearn Any real or proverbial burn... Which brings me back to where I began. The mirror says to me - yes, you can. Fairest of all, I am not less than.