Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Reflection

From out the silver-backed frame,

Part in anger, part in pain, 

Spoke the silver-haired dame:

Oh you out there –  

You of unlined face 

And black hair,

Why the puzzled stare?



Then replied 

Her counterpart fair,

Pouting with injured air:

Stand I here in wonder

How it came to be

That you are me

Or  I, you, as the case may be.