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Painting on a
Mirror Have you seen The young man Strolling the city streets? His fears he covers with laughter. His joy he covers with the tough, cool mask. His thoughts he covers with silence, because they could bring him loss.
Have you seen The young girl Strolling the city streets? Her failures she covers with sweet smiles. Her soul she covers with her face. Her heart she covers with words, lest others know about her love.
Have you seen The old woman Hobbling along the city roads? Her pain she covers with her pride. The cries of her loneliness she covers by looking away. But her old, beautiful soul is uncovered before the God who suffers in her.
Have you seen The old man, Who can’t walk anymore? He hides his weakness by being tough. He conceals his life frustrations with a tight pout. He covers his conscience with humor, for there alone do we allow a man his chaos.
Infinite conjugation of the person! Infinite masks of the soul! Infinite times will one look at a self portrait, Not once in a mirror. |