When you look in the mirror,
What do you see,
Do you see who you are?
Or perhaps who you could be.
The reflection looking back,
Is not all that you are.
There’s so much beneath,
So much there by far!
Your soul can’t be seen.
Your courage is concealed.
Kindness and love,
Are not yet revealed.
The image reflected,
Is merely a start.
The who that’s inside,
Is the really good part.
So, remember these words,
And take them to heart.
You are who you are,
And that’s pretty damn smart!
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Great verse dear lady, that inner place is a beauty indeed. Much more than an outside reflection 😀
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I think so too Mark.
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Definitely true about everyone. You got me thinking about how we misjudge some people because we don’t go deep enough to see who they are.
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We seem to live such a hectic lives we barely have time for a second look.
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Frank is absolutely right. We’re too quick to have an opinion of someone before we see what’s below the surface.
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You were the starting point for this one Ginger. Remember your cartoon?
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What a fabulous, reflective (sorry, I had to) poem, Pam!
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Ha ha ha! Brilliant Dale!
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I have my moments…😉
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Thank you for these beautiful and important words, Pam. I need to consider the image in the mirror a starting point. Either that or be depressed.
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I love mirrors! But the image I have of myself in my head is drop dead gorgeous and I refuse to disabuse myself of that image.
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I see no need to do so.
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A nice boost today, Pamela. Thank you.
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I am glad you liked it John.
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I took it personally. 😁
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A cup of Pam a day keeps the blues away.
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Ha ha! When I first read that I read tea instead of Pam! And my response was hell yes. Thank you kind sir.
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Your response to tea is my response to Pam.
Hell yes!
You do bring the sunshine.
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Pam – on the good days I might have my moments and be damn smart. Consistently and at no time have I even begun to approach pretty. One out of two aint bad. Your point however is a good one.
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As long as I’m not actually looking in the mirror I am drop dead gorgeous and smart as a button!
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Wonderful!
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Thank you.
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🙂
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An ego admission by yours truly…although we have only a modest, while very comfortable, apartment, it has two bathrooms, and – depending on my morning mood….I choose one or the other for totally different reasons. The en suite one has a dear little Mock Georgian window BUT it throws a cruel light across the large mirror…(oh dear!) Whereas the ‘family’ bathroom has no outside window and the artificial light removes ten years from me at a strokel.Trouble is I’m quite a truthful person so the subterfuge is pointless! Hey ho… Tee hee.
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Ha ha ha! I think after a certain age a little subterfuge is acceptable. At least I use it.
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Snap Pamela! At least our eyesight is kinder…(in one way!) x
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My hindsight is 2020!
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I think I should print this and tape it to the mirror. Wonderful poem, Pam, and reminder to be kind to our inner selves.
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Thank you my friend.
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Mirrors lie! 😀
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And not always in the right direction!
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Hah! 😀
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Love it. Should tape this to the mirror where my mug stares back at me every morning. I’ve always hated mirrors.
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I love mirrors! I just hate looking in them.
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