Mirror Mirror Poem by Juan Olivarez
Mirror Mirror
Vanity upon the wall,
A cheap bauble, the looking glass.
All who come near it, hear it's call,
An ancient woman, or a sweet young lass.
The ways of man are vain indeed,
Narcissistic we all must be.
And our hubris we must all feed,
Ourselves in the mirror we have to see.
7/16/10 Alton Texas
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4/25/2024 11:47:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An ancient woman, or a sweet young lass. Interesting in what each woman sees, the now of youth or reality of age or memories that linger. Some gaze into the glass past surface experience through the eyes of seeing. Yet 'Ourselves in the mirror we have to see.' is a truth and like a hall of mirrors. Reflections are mind interactive. Some hate the image bent through years while others embrace their souls journey. I like the quote 'A money is superior to man, in that when it looks in the mirror, all it sees is a monkey. Yet this is not true, a monkey sees its status and primacy or interactive dependent place within the troop. Nicely penned.