In the mirror, who do we perceive?
Do we see ourself,does it deceive?
We look different when in varied moods
Ungrown people love to sulk or brood
We see ourselves but how are we received?
If a friend looks sad, perhaps they grieve
We are mortal.,death will snatch with greed
As we turn to dust with ancient leaves
Reflecting on the truth, do not look rude
In the mirror
Where one has has ventured must she lead?
Far from home, barbarians spread their seed
Europeans savaged worlds approved
Forced conversions madden God indeed
With no mirror
How my heart sings 