To the ghost in your mirror
Dab on your blush and reach out
Take the hand into your own
Shake it with cheeky reserve
Hide yourself behind your mirth
Pass off the ghost as so quaint
Life styled in framed cultured glass
Antique reflecting your Now
Your past is prelude but dead
Your past forever orphaned
Ghost trapped in shadows and light
Wrinkled by lines in the glass
Your life is your own fun house
Monsters smiling back at you
Reaching for your fingertips
Nudging you to yesterday
Whispering from in that glass:
Why not live in your own past?
Why not be orphaned awhile?
Your life for your reflection
Tis not the devil’s bargain?
Or turn your glass to the wall
And forget what you have seen
Your past bereft of her call
Your future a pleasant mien
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