He’s not as afraid of me <br />As I am of him <br />Just look at his grin <br /> <br />Is he still there? <br />If I go back at night <br />And turn out the light? <br /> <br />Will he be there when I’ve gone? <br />I’ll never know <br />I’ll try it and go <br /> <br />What use is he anyway? <br />Does he cheer me up when I’m sad? <br />Does he calm me down when I’m mad? <br /> <br />He just stares back at me <br />What is he thinking? <br />Has the weirdo been drinking? <br /> <br />My God he looks rough in the morning <br />His eyes are drooped like a willow <br />His face is still creased from his pillow <br /> <br />Sometimes he’s fat <br />Sometimes he’s thin <br />I’m glad I’m not him <br /> <br />Just who does he think he is? <br />Acting all better than me <br />I can take him on, you’ll see <br /> <br />I’m sure he’s plotting against me <br />I can see that look in his eye <br />A demeanour that comes across sly <br /> <br />But sometimes, and yes only sometimes <br />He’ll wink as if to say <br />“Hey buddy, everything’s doing ok! ”<br /><br />Maurice Rowlands<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mirror-105/
