The old mirror

The old mirror
there, in the
corner
he has seen
many faces
he's seen many traces
of love and hate and
everything great
of
sadness, tears and
eyes full of fears.

The old mirror
in his corner
sings
for everyone
A quiet song
without a tongue
but many words
passionately

Trace your fingers
over him
feel what lingers
under dust
people's trust
in his reflection
dear affection
and loathing hate

The old mirror
not once he cried
for he can't
not that he
hadn't tried

With open eyes
he sees the world
its pretty spots,
its ugly lots
a silver window
for the human soul