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. Taeho Paik . POEMS .


The Mirror


Only three sprinklings of grey in the hair
And nice dreams on trestles just stare and stare
The weather vanes on the spires guide the air
I've looked at myself that way

What do I do with such a sense of fun
I feign and blow bubbles on everyone
So many things were left just half done
Because the mirror got in the way

The mirror tells me I am older now
Side to side and head to toes somehow
I leave my cloak hanging there in the hall
And I really don't know myself, at all

Tall prunes and short dunes dance along the wheels
Dizzy damsels seeking love between the deals
The Daily Mail will say how it all feels
I've looked at my times that way

Then everything it seems is done for show
Leave a tip turning around as you go
And if you dare to steal don't let them know
Don't ever give your game away

The mirror tells me time is ticking now
Round and round and right up the hill somehow
They're building a brand new shopping mall
And I really don't know my times, at all

Peers and seers cheer and they talk so loud
Well, folks will say that they are all so proud
To be just the same as everyone in the crowd
I've looked at my world that way

Yet old friends now look at me kind of strange
Their faces redden as I say I'll change
Speaking of faith saving the mountain range
How I'll thank the Lord everyday

The mirror tells me things are tougher now
The mills will grind and I will work somehow
But please don't ask me what I recall
Because I really don't know my world, at all

 
Patterned on the Joni Mitchell song "Both Sides Now"
Bevagna, 9 1 2008

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