The Mirror Lied
Who am I?
And, why am I here?
The questions in my heart keep
multiplying from time to time
I thought my parents would
have an answer
But unfortunately, not even my
mum or dad have a clue.
I spoke to my grandpa, and he
asked me to look in the mirror.
So I ran back home to have a
good look of myself
But the me in the mirror only
stare in my face and mimic my
gestures.
Of course, I saw a reflection of
me in the mirror
But it never said a word of it
own.
In fact, staring at him for that
long made me feel dumb and
dumber.
So I ran back to tell grandpa a
piece of my mind
And on getting there, they said
grandpa is gone.
He left without telling me the
answer that I seek.
Now, I must keep on searching
until...
Or should I return to that
mirror and look a bit longer?
Written & Authored by:
Ebenezer O. Akinrinade
+2348027701092
http://gent2smile.blogspot.com
Copyright © Ebenezer Akinrinade | Year Posted 2013
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