Vanity

Vanity

 

Mirror, a blade to strike the very soft heart, fuel both hatred and spite

Though you, dear boy, to stare.

Fear is forgotten, you’re not really there.

Sinner are you seen, dear-vain boy, your cares

Centered only to brush, implore.

Of course you, you meet, cry and pretend, care do you not

Where you sticketh your end.

Come lady, who loves you, come friends you abhor,

For tomorrow dear mirror will reflect no more.

And those who carry burden and writhe share not, but be able to revere or amend.

Fair well, dear boy �" that’s what you art, lost in reflection, no ally so smart.

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"Come lady, who loves you, come friends you abhor,

For tomorrow dear mirror will reflect no more."
You wrote not in vain about vanity...Bravo..................