The Mirror

A mirror hung upon a wall. A man, quite handsome, also tall stepped up to look inside the glass and gave himself the nod, the pass. He saw exquisite, handsome features superior to all other creatures. Black hair and pearl white teeth to smile Amana suit completes the style. His nails were short and manicured flat stomach muscles had endured so many sessions of the crunches and, from inside, Martini lunches. Two diamonds hung from his sleeves and maple golden rings, like leaves adorned pink ears and looked expensive his jewellery was quite extensive and in addition, on his arms two Rolexes, with loud alarms. He stood and looked from head to toes but did not know a mirror shows to all the world just your outside what counts is all the things you hide. For Mahnaz whose poem inspired me as much as she does