I looked in a mirror, and what did I see?
A weary old stranger. “Who are you, you’re not me?!”
I looked once again, expecting to find,
The me I remember; the me in my mind.
The reflection just stared back, tired and worn,
A face shaped by sorrow, sad and forlorn.
“Something is wrong here. This is not right!
This stranger before me has lost all his fight!”
I looked at this stranger, straight in the eye.
“Why have you given up? Again I ask why?”
The bleak eyes looked back, with barely a glimmer.
But deep in the shadows, was that a shimmer?
The tiniest of glows; a spark; a mere ember.
I knew this to be the me I remember.
“If I am you,”. I thought, “You’re not me.
Not the me that I WANT to be!”
I smiled a flat smile, and laughed a bit hollow.
The smile grew, and a real laugh did follow.
“You are me, I am you, we are one and the same.
But if you feel defeated, time to change the game!”
That tiny spark; that ember, it began to glow.
A warm feeling in my belly started to grow.
“Oh mirror stranger, you deceived me well!
But now I have realized that you are naught but a shell!”
The moral of this tale, be it strange but true:
No matter what life throws at you, YOU will always be YOU.
