This mirror reflects my image.
I turn left and it obeys.
This mirror reflects what is true.
My actions are its to portray.
I toy with my reflection,
Daddling in the open.
I make a few faces,
Moving forward so the image will sharpen.
I laugh and dance.
Spinning round.
My mind begins to swirl,
And I fall to the ground.
Regaining my feet
I move closer to peer.
The mirror fogs up
And I draw a smiley face here.
I laugh again
Turning away.
I guess my meaning is,
Everyday is a good day. |