The Mirror

This morning I showered

And I brushed my hair

And then I glanced in the mirror there.

“Not bad,” I thought.

“I look OK.”

But then my son beside me stood,

Taller now than me by far,

And in the mirror clear as day,

I saw things as they really are.

“You’re looking good today,” I cried,

And I smiled,

As I admired him by my side.

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