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.