Mirrors - Poem by Merrill Auguste
Tangible illusions of what self can be
stare in confidence my ego and me
Shifting a smile and a brush of hair
Standing Angel stunning and fair
Young and old locked in time
Polishing years, gave a shine
After showers mist wrinkles pass
Blink of an eye, beauty won’t last
Looking back, I winked my eye
who’s really winking is it you or I?
Can’t see you, when sad and down
I’m exhaust fixing you, still a frown
Masquerading faces I gave to you
why don’t you tell, which one is true?
I yelled at you saying, ” This one is me! ”
But a silent gaze, was all I can see
Meditating on other walls, not having a clue
at least I’m not alone there is me, and then there’s you.
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