DAMN MIRRORS !A Story by Eagle Cruagh Damn Mirrors !
Flex those biceps and there he stands,
the champ. Yup the Chump. When you
were 19 and well on your way you were
the Champ. Now ? look at you, old.
You will never see thirty again, but who
looks ?
You look in the mirror again and see a
parade of beautiful women. Hah !
Every one of them intimidated you (me).
Looking hard, there is a parade of figures.
Smart women. Oh, I see you clearly--- you
have studied hard and long. Your future
bright . You too are beautiful. Really !
But, I am intimidated ---- You know .
Ah, the stream of sexy women. There is a
long line. They were sexually attractive, but
each of them looked deeply for the meaning
of life---- Not me, life stares back at me and
it was pretty sad.
Kind of homely, big sad eyes, witty. There
are several of these girls and they worry me.
I don`t know what they know. They feel so
inferior , yet I know they know.
Damn mirror ! I still see this aging man, who
never focused on the job at hand. He knows,
but he knows not what he knows. He is a
knowing sort, everyone thinks they know him,
overestimate him, some almost bow to him and
he knows why, but he must not let them know---
for knowing is power.......
Ah, there she stands, right behind the mirror.
She is tiny, cute, smart, and she adores him,
but it`s all a mirage . He is not there, that is
only a figment, the image of a man. Who could
love an image. Not her, she is just an image---
an image of a woman who could adore him......
But he is just an apparition, an image in the glass.
---- Eagle Cruagh
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