A Face In The Glass

In the glass when I did look I saw a liar and a crook, And when at it again I stared I became so very scared, So, I ran to the next room to hide away From the hate and ugliness I saw today, Still remembering the person that was staring He was so very frightening and terrifying, And when in the glass I looked once again He was still there looking in, I saw grudges an judging in his eyes And he wasn't even wearing a disguise, On his face I saw his every life line Which I read like a traffic sign, I saw meanness, and lies and also hate Which years added onto his fate, Then when I took another studied glance I then went into a frightened trance, As I once again began to stare On my knees I then fell to say a prayer, Then unknowingly I released a saddened tear Because, the glass I looked at was just a mirror, Then I felt a sadness and a disgrace What I saw was my character, and not a strangers face. Randy L. McClave