There lies upon my lawn today,
A broken, beveled mirror.
Someone in some careless way
Thought to discard it here.
Secretly, I thought to amuse myself
By watching the passersby.
Me, inside my half-closed blinds
They, just strolling by.
I saw dogs and people glance at it
As if a curious thing.
But others came to stay awhile
As if a normal thing.
Some dogs sniffed at it
While owners pulled their leash.
Children laughed at their twisted faces
While parents yelled, “Don’t touch that dangerous thing.”
Old women stared with wistful smiles
Thinking about younger days.
Old men gazed into the past
Wondering if they still had their charming ways.
But no one saw it for what it actually was.
So I went outside, glanced at all the brokenness,
Saw my tear-stained face,
And picked up the pieces to throw them away.