Reflections.. A Mirror of Time
Reflections are seen in the mirror,
and of a likeness, who they reveal,
Often those who would but take a look,
much less, they might conceal.
Revealing, as on the streams, each life,
its pictured sum of each and every deed,
A telling to all who would wish to see it,
whether we do fail, or we may succeed.
Our best reflections we would like to see,
is a humanistic trait, and without fail,
May be a motive of the self-centered,
as conceited, in each mind, to prevail.
A special portrait is painted by every soul,
in their books of life, to be on review,
Fondly characterized in that we may say,
or in the positive acts we each may do.
A reflection can be much more in the view,
than in a Summer's pool, or fond streams,
It can be accurate, its personification we see,
as reality, and not as a vision of dreams.
The reflected desires of the foolish, or knaves,
a deceitfulness made in their own mind,
While the honest and brave, with hearts of light,
not a slave, all in its truth, to find.
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