Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall?

Who is the fairest of them all? The strongest? The smartest? The goodest? I ask again, O’ Mirror, reflection of all, Who is the rarest of them all? A man apart from the rest. A man and not a boy. Can you see the writing on the wall? Read the lines, not between. See the stars in your eyes and tell me what they’re made of.

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Man in the Mirror

A pockmarked face

Marred by decision and derision

Marked by contention

I don’t look like such a young man anymore

Staring straight into those eyes

Meet a man who tells no lies

Not to me

Not to you

He wears his wares upon his chin

As tears they wear upon his cheeks

And smile lines race against his pursing lips

A face so seldom understood,

Worn by pages made from wood

In the mirror, seeing leather

What is a man, but a bird without feather?

I want to fly

So high in the sky

And with my little eye

A thousand things I’d spy

Not the least of which is you, me

The one I cannot help but be

That one inside the mirror I see