The Mirror


I look in the mirror,
what do I see?
A face like no other.
It belongs only to me.

The "looking glass",
never tells lies.
It reveals the truth,
beyond all disguise.

Without even a mirror,
I know how I look.
For my actions are read,
like each page in a book.

And my life, like that book,
be it long, be it short -
can be barren or fruitful.
THE BALL'S IN MY COURT!

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