my mirror

in a mirror i see,
whose reflection i once recognized,
an image that thinks more than it talks,
for a smile it wishes to keep on those that sees it.

in this mirror i glance,
whose reflection i fail to read,
a mirage of unspoken thoughts,
counting the days of the end.

in a mirror i stare,
whose reflection i greatly admire,
beneath a hill so high and heavy,
yet it stands straight, slightly bowed.

in this mirror i look,
whose reflection i now question,
of much of the laughter it once had,
now countable, easily recalled.

in a mirror i view,
whose reflection i will remember,
for much of the scars it has on it,
will forever leave a mark.

and in this mirror i now see once more,
a reflection that has grown so much,
yet so little in understanding it,
in this mirror now and for times to come,
will it stay there, growing much,
retaining its looks,
for a memory it never will forget.