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Mirror Image

By John I. Blair

Each morning when
I peer
At the mirror
Above my bathroom sink
I seem to see
Me
Staring back.
But that thing
On the mirror
Is not me;
Itís an artifact
Of light waves
And reflective indices;
Itís about
Preconceptions, illusions, delusions,
Optimism, pessimism or
Astigmatism,
Just how vain
I am,
And how clean
Iíve kept my mirror.
Iím not there.
Iím somewhere
Among the neural pathways
And the gray cells
Of this aging brain;
And the only way to see
The real me,
I think,
Is not by looking out
But looking in.

©2002 John I. Blair  

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Name: Judy Email: JCGI56@bbnp.com
Comment: Good poem John. More people should look in not out.

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