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