The Mirror

I look into my mirror So I can see who I am, But all I see is myself, I don't ever see a man. There stands a sad soul Who is unhappy with himself, Who wished that he was different, As I wish; He was someone else. I stare into my mirror As always to myself I softly cry, I wonder why no one ever hears me And why in this life must I survive. I wish that I was different Though I know that, will never be It be like the pebble becoming the rock Or a bush, becoming a tree. I gaze into my mirror As I stand there all alone Why must it be me against the world Why must I help every one else’s moan. I then see the fool that I am He is gazing right back at me, I know that he will always fail Because a man, they wont let him be. I reflect into my mirror As I see my years come and go, I know that for me, it will only be me And for everyone else I must show. And I know the time will come one day When my son will make his stand, And into his mirror I hope when he looks, Through the help of family and friends, he sees a man. Randy L. McClave