Shifting Faces

By , Mansfield, TX
One day I bought a mirror
as pretty as could be.
I looked a little nearer
and saw a me that I could be.


Over time the image changed,
just a little, every day.
But one day I blinked and it rearranged
into something I couldn't ever explain.


Now all I have is my mirror
a clean, empty slate.
Without my face I just can hate
and wonder what's left while I ponder my fate!





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