Thursday, October 26, 2006

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

I look at you and see no one at all,

A shadow of a person with no reflection,

Living a life with no exemption.


Mirror mirror tell me true,

Who is that stranger staring at you,

With no hopes of an existence anew,

And a broken spirit to carry him through.


Mirror mirror don’t pronounce

How that person once was found,

traveling free and wondering whole

Through an awe filled world of gold


Mirror mirror, how could it be?

Life has gone by quite swiftly

Could that person truly be,

The same one staring back at me.


© Sherine Meshad, 26 Oct 2006