The Mirror
I exist in the 'day to day'
watching the wind play
with the trees
sway
Looking out the window
I stand naked and wet
water dripping from
sanitized skin
This is surely a new day
But it began like any
all the same
vigorously drying
with a unclean towel
I wear the uniform
greased stained
As I prepare for
a twenty first century shift
I take a moment to glare
at this reflection
Many times I have done this
Taken this moment
for a personal stare
I smile
I frown
I make silly faces
I practice expression
in my facial lair
I begin my days like this
I begin my days with me
and only me
One day
this routine will cease
I will be old
decaying
reaching the last physical days
of my body's lease
And when death comes knocking
I will still be with my mirror
executing a planned attempt
at 'My life flashing
before my eyes.'
All I will see is my face
which stares
Smiling
O, how my life
was spent through
a mirror
poem by Justin Tallman Gonzalez
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