Mirror

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    Mirror
    Everyday when I look into the mirror
    I see all the years and they have been good to me
    Each wrinkle is a memory of laughter or sorrow
    Every gray hair is worry or despair
    My skin is still youthful and smooth
    My eyes are wiser and brighter
    My jawline is stubborn and strong

    Everyday when I look into the mirror
    I see my children and they have been good to me
    Each child caused a wrinkle
    Every one of them caused a gray hair
    My skin is their skin
    My eyes are their eyes
    They have my jawline and theirs is also strong

    Everday when I look into the mirror
    I see all the years and they have been good to me

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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