Tuesday, December 3, 2019

The mirror image

I admonished him no end
He tried his best to defend

Told him to stop looking like a clown
Criticised him, till he broke down.

Ripped the hapless boy apart
That came easily, like folk art

When I was done, to my heart's content,
I left the mirror, as if in atonement.




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