Mirrors

Mirrors

Mirrors don’t do anything at all

They just reflect the opposite wall

They see a face

And start to trace

If that something in your eye

Is the look of love

Or just a fly

Who got caught in your lashes

Near your nose

A volcanic blemish grows

Is that blush colouring your face

The rapid spread of a flush

because the room was far too hot

Not so good, in this poor light

“Mirror”, “Please, DO be polite”

You walk away and hear it call

“You look just fine, just fine”,

I am convinced now

Mirrors don’t do anything at all!