The Shadow Is You

Young lady! Yes, You!, I’m talking to you! What do you see looking in a mirror? Do you see a pretty face as I do? You do? You’re sure about that? Stand nearer My dear and look into mascaraed eyes In deeper, deeper still, into your soul. Does beauty reign in that realm undisguised? External beauty plays a minor role In life. Now, my dear, stand back from the glass See what’s behind you? No? It’s your shadow A faceless non-irradiated mass Devoid of beauty and class, this you know. It has accompanied you from the start While beauty waned your soul became its heart.