Room full of mirrors √
I wandered through a room so full of mirrors
It showed the life and will just so much clearer
Than ever seen before
Each one reflects a different trace
Such different views, familiar face
To help to find the core
Who is this man that stands so proud
What is that shadow-looking shroud
Behind one face shows gems and stones
Bold sparkles glint from shadowed thrones
Each glass reflects a lesson taught
With lines and aches that life had wrought
The grimness seldom left a mark
For heart would not provide the spark
To settle for much less than joy
One still can see the little boy
But, oh, so slowly, see the man
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