Reflections
Up this morning tuning
My internet gateway to music
Sitting in my walker
At the sink and the mirror
Shocked at my face
With long hair and beard
How many mirrors has
Seen this face and think
The first mirror was
On Quincy Strreet
From then on every day
Until the face stares back
Mirrors in three countries
Have seen this face
Not enough travel for most
But every emotion seen
From self-hatred to ecstasy
I'm in the mirror reaching
Barry G. Wick
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