Hannah Rose Bicknell


If my friend were a mirror


Tis a peculiar thing, having a friend,

Not knowing how it happens or how it starts,

If my friend where a mirror, could I apprehend,

Better all the ways in which it works?

Would I care for my mirror more or less?

Would I try to impress,

The mirror I want to spend all my time,

Or would I become vain,

And break what is not so easily fixed?

I love my mirror, betwixt

The bad days, and I embrace the good,

For If my friend where a mirror, would find I,

A most plain life, as a mirror would not tell any lie,

How, lucky am I to have a friend, who with whom, I do not have to try.

Submitted: Monday, March 05, 2012

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