The Mirror

Mirror, mirror you are either friend or foe There is no middle of the road for you Your bluntness of the truth you perceive Can be so cruel and even demoralizing It can leave one afraid to face the world Take away confidence And can be the destruction Of what could have blossomed into a good day Your unkindness annihilates the onlooker He retreats, wishing to start over again Oh! but you have a much kinder side One that leaves the onlooker Feeling that they have cheated time Not cheated in a sense that it is a crime But rather a victory A cunningness that outsmarts the Enemy Reflecting beauty and poise And a happiness that glows from deep within From the truth you have revealed The victorious will have a good day! Frances! Stoneham