The Mirror

This morning I showered

And as I carefully brushed my hair

I looked into the mirror there.

“Not bad,” I thought.

“I look OK.

I’ll live to fight another day!”

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 sighed,

And then I smiled,

As I admired him by my side.

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