Mirror On The Wall - Poem by jackie compton
Mirror, mirror hanging on the wall.
Am I big, or am I small?
Speak to me for once, and tell what you see.
I fill like I am a complete work.
No! My child.
It is a rare mirror that will show a man his true self.
In my eyes and God's eyes.
You will always be a work in progress.
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