The Mirror   I pick up a hand mirror, Surprised by what I see... This stranger never flinches, Stares squarely back at me.   I thought my eyes once sparkled, With life and with some humor... Now I fear I may be wrong, That those were only rumor.   My hair has lost it's luster, No longer boasts bright sheen... Or was that too a memory, Or figment of lost dream?   My reflection simply living proof, Testimony of my years... Lifetime of trials and much hard work, A multitude of tears.   I see each crease that I once said, 'Oh those are just laugh lines,' The truth is though, they represent My age and harder times.   It's sad that this same mirror, Can't show what's deep inside... A heart that brims with compassion, A soul still filled with pride.   (c)  02/22/05  Loree (Mason) O'Neil   Midi playing is:  Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain   Back To My Index Page   To Send This To A Friend Click The Button Below: