Looking In A Mirror Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Reflecting upon their lives they sit.
Reminiscing the old days.
And discussing what and who is missed.
And how things today have changed drastically.

'It's like looking in a mirror.'
The elder says.
Of course his comments,
Go right over their heads.

And Those who sit and reflect upon their lives...
Ask themselves how and why things have decayed.
How did a quality of life,
Become one that has brought so much dismay,
And strife!

'It's like looking in a mirror.'
The elder says.
Of course his comments,
Go right over their heads.

'If they respected each other like brothers.
If the sisters insisted they get respect...
None of this would be here existing.
How did their lives turn out this way,
If they did not insist upon it?
Maybe they've forgotten,
They've made it rotten! '

And those who sit and reflect upon their lives...
Ask themselves how and why things have decayed.
How did a quality of life,
Become one that has brought so much dismay,
And strife!

Reflecting upon their lives they sit.
Reminiscing the old days.
And discussing what and who is missed.
And how things today have changed drastically.

'It's like looking in a mirror.'
The elder says.
Of course his comments,
Go right over their heads.

'They refuse to do that,
However!
But the whining they enjoy! '
The old man chuckles...
Ignored.