A Reflection on Mirrors
Life is reflected in mirrors
so here is my reflection on them.
Unruly black hair and wirerimmed glasses
that encase two sparkling green gems.
I once knew a mirror who lied
to all but the happiest man.
And many men wasted before it
except for the wisest who ran.
I also knew two more mirrors
that both had saved a life.
One, however, took a life in return
and the other merely petrified.
The last mirror I knew
was a sad, sad projection
who first lost his ear
then reflection.
Yes, Life is reflected in mirrors,
so this is my reflection on them.
They are killers and saviors.
They are both weaker and braver.
They are glass; They are flesh; They're the Thames