Reflected Truth
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When I look into the mirror
Is it me I really see
Or some mere reflection
Of who I want to be
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The face seems familiar
A two-dimensional view
But holds no depth of soul
The me does not shine through
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I see deep lines and furrows
Carved by passing years
They do not show life full lived
No tell of steadfast fears
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I see a mouth, a nose, and ears
Where they were just yesterday
I wonder if I would want to hear
What this man has to say
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I worry if the man gazing back
Knows me like he should
Does he see a lesser person
Or perceive a lesser good
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How do I tell this man
My failures on this side
To meet the expectations
To live our lives with pride
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He must share my looks
Always shares my sorrow
For when he looks back at me
He’s hoping for tomorrow
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Is this who I really am
This flat and time-worn face
I’d hoped for a greater man
To stare back in his place
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
he’s in there – just have to look a bit deeper
A reflection is always a mystery but to know we are we don’t really have to look. A wonderful poem my friend!
Thank you Francisco!
You are very welcome my friend!
reminds me of the wonderful poem, Man in the Mirror. well done, Brad!
Thank you Jim!
Another glorious example of your talent.
Thanks Geoff!
It’s never a bad thing to continue to grow and improve ourselves; however, from where I sit, I can’t imagine a better man than the one you already are.
And yet, every day comes with just that, an opportunity to be a better man…. Thanks Kristian!
That was beautiful! We tend to be our harshest critics.
That we do, Pete. Thank you!