| MY REFLECTION |
| When I see my reflection in the mirror each day I like less and less what I see The lines in my skin My eyes growing dim Like a stranger looking back at me When I see my reflection in the words that I speak I like less and less what I hear Impatience is growing My anger is showing Clouding my sunny veneer When I see my reflection in the people I've met I like less and less what I learn The truth indeed hurts from the feedback I get as my cynical thoughts are returned When I see my reflection through the eyes of my child I'm amazed at what I find there The love and the trust convince me I must have some good left in me somewhere |
| (c) 2004 Sheila W |