Mirror
I saw a new face in the mirror,
it was one that I didn't quite know.
He had a small fold on the side of his face,
and his hair was a mess of a show.
I saw a new face in the mirror,
and this face almost looked just like mine.
But I have perfect skin compared to this twin,
and he looked a bit sad at the time.
Months passed me by in an instant,
yet each morning this visitor came.
Though with each passing day, I'm surprised I can say,
this stranger looked better in frame.
His face was still rather distinguished,
but his eyes would grow kinder and wide.
So this is the face of a man in the mirror
who knows who he is in his pride.
I saw something strange in the mirror,
which caused my spine to bend.
That stranger who visits me often enough,
he greeted me like an old friend.
I soon saw my face in the mirror,
for what felt like the very first time.
Though funny enough it reminds me of someone
I used to create in a rhyme.