Broken Mirror

My mirror is broken;
I mean really broken,
Though it doesn’t have even one crack.
When ever I look in my mirror
Someone else’s face always looks back.

Sometimes it’s a boy ;
Sometimes it’s a girl ;
Once it was even a cat.
Sometimes it’s a mean looking pirate
with a beard and a three cornered hat.

I've seen cowboys and clowns and monsters and kings
and faces both happy and sad;
Some seemed nice and some seemed rude;
One looked a bit like my Dad.

But I don’t think any of them
Look much like me,
Although it is hard to be sure:
It’s been so long since I’ve seen my own face -
I’m not sure who I am anymore.

© Joe Thompson • www.imaginesongs.com

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