The mirror on my bathroom wall
Tells tales and fictions of my fall
Its narratives are often tall
I cannot trust in them at all
The mirror on my bedroom stand
Reveals the lines on face and hand
Reflections I can understand
As swiftly flows the hourglass sand
The mirror deep within my mind
Shows pictures of another kind
Of summer days and paths that wind
Of days when time was less confined
Steve Wheeler © 29 March, 2021
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