glass

time graces along the glass

as god itself

harsh and rash

leaving it cracked and withered

for the unjust to turn their eyes away

those who call out to the time of passing- 

"have a good day."

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I owned this old mirror once. The thing was from colonial times, heavy stone fleur-de-lis capped and carved cherry rails around it. But the mirror itself needing replacing. It was smoky, yellow, dull and foggy with black holes here and there where the paint had fallen off the backing. Time has its way with us all, and our mirrors and the images we find in them. Maybe we could see things more clearly if we replaced the glass. The antique dealer said it would deplete the value. But I wonder. Another great read.