Eggs And Mirrors Poem by gershon hepner

What’s the difference between eggs and mirrors?
They both can crack, and when you look at them
you like to see the sunny side, not errors
with an image that you must condemn.

In an e-mail response to my comment, “Some half-lived lives are merely egg-white omelettes, ” Zachary wrote:

when I was in UCLA I enjoyed Kenneth Branaugh’s Hamlet so much that after seeing the short version in the theatre, I went to see the long version in the theatre again myself. My favorite scene is the To be or not to be when he is looking into the mirror. When I was trading in Heartland, Jeremy Ives used to order six egg whites every day.

© 2008 Gershon Hepner 5/30/08