Mirror Mirror

Mirror Mirror
By: James Dubeau

Who is this guy
Looking back at me
From this mirror
He is not someone
Whom I recognize
Not with his
Tired eyes
Gray hair
Haggard demeanor
But yet
He copies my movements
Precisely
Down to the tiniest detail
Only in reverse
My left arm
Is his right
My dark soul
Is his bright
Anything I try to do
He does better
And with a smile
Without getting tired
Of all that
Which drives a man
Down the paths
Which I have marched
And will march again
Until the end
Of time