The Great Mirror Poem by George otto Becker

I stepped in front of the great mirror
Within my gaze I saw an amazing thing
I saw souls with amazing dreams

There were all sorts of shines and blurs
There were men who were trying
And many men dying

Dreamers sleeping
Mothers weeping
Even creatures creeping

The longer I stared the stranger it became
There were struggles and songs all in one without shame
like a symphony of life without blame

So I sat back and smiled
As all those images compiled
Suddenly I felt like a young child

Happy and sweet
With imagination elite
And composed a poem for you complete