Mirror Mirror

A poem

What do we see when we're alone in our mirror?

Do we see hooves and horns, two pristine wings?

A confused, little creature with one horn, one wing?

Are you one of those who ponder such things?

For most souls, I think, the image changes with time.

And we may not always like what's in the glass on our wall.

What we see may be good, and sometimes it isn't,

But we must keep on looking, or we'll see nothing at all.