Mirrors Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

What's out of sight, alas, is out of mind;
Yet deep inside at times you them could see:
What if no light did glare or gleam in thee?
Or worse, what if it happened you were blind?
Be not ashamed, my friend, you're left behind,
Don't hate yourself, this life, or you and me;
I've worn your shoes and walked two miles or three,
Before, and hit, and my damn teeth did grind.
So when you are about to break don't bend
No more, stand straight and hold your head up high;
It's pointless wasting time to one defend,
Or do a such short life in sadness spend;
Yet look ahead and let the past pass by,
And mirrors love or but, at least, befriend!