The Man In The Glass

The Man In The Glass prose poem

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Looking in the glass
I saw a fine young man
Was it him only
I was searching for a long span

He never laughed at me when I cried
He always smiled at me when I smiled
He stood with me
Even when my shadow failed
He never left my side
Even in case of difficult time

Finally, I understood what he wanted to say
Hard Work will surely pay
He told me to work hard
Never ever lose heart
See, all these people are just illusion
They fill your mind with delusion
Never ever believe them and lose your way
You are who you choose to stay

He bid me farewell and started to go his way
I stopped him trying to make him stay
He said It’s time for us to part
Stoop down and make a new start
In case you fear and lose your way
Just look in the mirror, you’ll find me there

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