The Heart In The Mirror
Since it is my hobby to cover up “the mystery with a label“, I have indulged myself by writing another piece of poetry:
As I look in the mirror,
A face looks back at me.
I’ve been told that face is ‘me’, but I’m not convinced. Really?
The face is part of a body,
A great vessel that I carry.
The vessel changes over the years, so where does that leave me?
The heart keeps beating,
It never gets a day off.
It should be the heart facing that mirror, embodying all my love.