The Mirror
What did my eerily observant mirror so boldly reveal
to me this morning as I so cautiously gazed into its soul?
It quipped "Hey lummox,might as well limp back to bed,
the eyes of the world will mistake you for an over-sized troll."
Many times it speaks this extremely critical
evaluation of me.So often, in fact, I can no longer ignore.
I have been rather proficient at turning a deaf ear
to its snide, painful remarks, but now it's cutting me to the core.
It willingly continues " You better stop
trying to appease the god of the gut.
Forget about bacon and eggs,
cookies and cakes, candies and nuts.
And yes, include on the list, donuts and pastries,
ice cream and chocolate, even Fritos and chips.
Crisco would be jealous of you, you tub o' lard. You've surrendered
to the demon of gluttony for so long now, I mean, c'mon, get a grip.
And let's be real here, this farce of an exercise
routine you endear yourself to is all mirrors and smoke.
How many calories do you think you burn off
simply looking, be it so desperately, for your precious remote?
You might even want to drag your behemoth butt off
the couch while watchin' the tube and do some crunches.
Instead of waiting till the commercial break to
waddle out to the kitchen to refill your beloved munchies.
Let's see, there's tennis, running, swimming,
biking, even just walking..... exercise programs galore.
But nooooo, for you that means change doesn't it?
It's not worth it even though you barely fit through the door."
But as there are two sides to every story, so too is
there another mirror even more significant than the first.
It happens to be God's "love letter" that reflects honestly and with
prevailing irony.It captivates us with mention of real hunger and thirst.
It also talks of changes we need to make
if we don't want life to "take it's toll".
Not so much on our fleeting flesh
as on our eternal soul.
These words, like a soothing salve, are
universal.Oh yes, they are ours for the taking.
And they can buoy us and comfort us on those
many days when that "other mirror" we feel like breaking.
Copyright © Douglas Kandel | Year Posted 2007
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