Mirror Minds

Mirror Mirror in my hand;
who is the fairest in the land?
Who is the one of whom all love to speak;
from nobility, rich famous stars, to lowly meek?

Who is the one all love to see
fairest of them all, all do agree?
It’s me It’s me It’s me
screams all self reflections, themselves, like to see.

Me Me Me Me;
shouts supreme legendary, vanity, with youthful glee.
New ego appointee, vanity recruit, adoptee;
future improvisers extraordinaire; hustling butt, we can guarantee.


poem by Terence George CraddockReport problemRelated quotes
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