If you look at the mirror
What you see is your image not mine
If I look at the mirror
What I see is my image not yours
If they look at the mirror
What they see is their images not yours or mine
Your image cannot be mine
Neither mine could be yours
Nor theirs ours
Why then must you insist in seeing your image
When I look at the mirror?
Birmingham, AL
October 13,2001
My Mirror I peer into the eyes of my mirror because my mirror shows & reveals to me that if I think I am wise it knows that I am foolishly drunk from what is untruthfully reflected and that I am a bigger fool than what my imagination foolishly leads my mind to conceive what I've come to believe I see in my mirror that reality tells me is not really me. P.S. i enjoyed your version.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truth manifests itself within its own boundaries. Nicely penned... thanks