Childhood Mirror

Mirror, Mirror on the wall
You say she is fairest of them all.
But how can a mirror pick just one,
Pick just one and be all done?

Mirror, Mirror on the floor
I guess you can't pick anymore.
Your shinny veneer is cracked and shattered.
My actions untenable, still your pieces are scattered.

poem by Gabrielle L. Tastet
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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