He’s not as afraid of me
As I am of him
Just look at his grin
Is he still there?
If I go back at night
And turn out the light?
Will he be there when I’ve gone?
I’ll never know
I’ll try it and go
What use is he anyway?
Does he cheer me up when I’m sad?
Does he calm me down when I’m mad?
He just stares back at me
What is he thinking?
Has the weirdo been drinking?
My God he looks rough in the morning
His eyes are drooped like a willow
His face is still creased from his pillow
Sometimes he’s fat
Sometimes he’s thin
I’m glad I’m not him
Just who does he think he is?
Acting all better than me
I can take him on, you’ll see
I’m sure he’s plotting against me
I can see that look in his eye
A demeanour that comes across sly
But sometimes, and yes only sometimes
He’ll wink as if to say
“Hey buddy, everything’s doing ok! ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes, it is that very reflection that can steer us to better points. No escaping the man in the mirror...why not try to make him proud. PEACE