We have several mirrors, Round, Oval, Square and Tall.
They each reflect a different me.
The Round bathroom mirror is my enemy, when I reflect with him I see a tired aging face,
disheveled hair and half closed eyes red and dazed. Each morning I blink at my enemy poke
my tongue out at him and say ahaa.
This daily routine assures me that I'm still alive. I'm quite pleased at this, although I
I look half dead. It makes me feel better.
The little Square Kitchen mirror well, he's a mate. I peer at him while sipping my tea
reflecting on what the day will bring I feel better.
Looking through the Kitchen window in the half darkened light a face reflects back, I thinks
its me. I'm not too sure. I turn the lights on he fades, I turn the lights off, he appears
there is a slight resemblance, but I don't know him!
When I've showered I run my finger down my enemy's face, I see myself in a mist. I feel
better, but quickly move on.
Breakfast over, dressed and hair in place, I reflect in the Tall bedroom mirror, now he's
my best mate. In him I see a young handsome man smartly dressed, full of life smiling.
I feel happy and delighted with myself.
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