Mirror me – mirror you
The cold glass true view
Edges a scene far from new
Echoed shapes and colours too
There you are in the mirror
I can see a glassy you
There’s a reflection of the you
You are the image of who?

Mirror this mirror that mirror all
Hanging placidly upon the hall wall
Making the shortest seem to be tall
Shrinking the colours, not at all
Blazing light and hard edges an’ all
Mirror brings me sadness, a fall
Mirror conjures joy happiness well.
Mirror me – mirror you
Mere man, that’s all I can do.