Reflection (aka "When
I Stare In The Mirror"...)
When I stare in the mirror, I reflect
Upon those aspects I might find suspect,
Dissect my soul, abjectly introspect.
Can any soul ne'er perfect be correct!?
Before
this subject, I then genuflect,
Lest I deflect, in
circumspect, neglect;
I inspect, detect, reject or
inject,
Respectfully, each defect or prospect.
But how can one truly such wrongs eject?
When habits, good and bad, interconnect?
When minor faults oft attributes project?
In retrospect, I inflect and prelect:
"That mortal men can e'er their hearts direct,
And e'en the Fates must noble souls protect."
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2021 Bernard A. Quarterman, Jr.