Like no other window,
nor a door that allows us
to travel through.
In a mirror,
is there such a thing as time,
or does time stand still?
In a mirror,
why is everything opposite?
Is it the refection
of our true selves?
As we look into it,
we being to admire ourselves.
Does this mean it controls us?
My Grandparents told me once,
I'd rather grow old gracefully
than look into a mirror
to remind me
of all our life's sufferings.
For in our children lies
the true meaning of our reflections.
Copyright ©2001 David G. Valdiviez
