I keep no secrets… But don’t tell them either
Stare at me long enough… I can make you a believer…
I can show you beauty… If that’s what you want to see...
I can show you ugly… It all looks the same to me…
I am an open eye… I show exactly what I see…
I will always give my advice… I even give it for free…
You cannot hurt me… But I am easy to break…
I will always show what is real… But also, what is fake…
You can tell me anything… For I have no ears…
I can help you hide from everything… Just not from the years…
You dirty me… And I dirty you…
Clean me… And I may clean you…
You cannot hide from me… I show what is true…
I am a mirror… Who are you?
About the Creator
Wolé Marville Sr.
Educator and youth sports coach. Married, father of four, who loves sports, movies, and music. Closer to 40 than 30, figuring it out, day by day. A story-teller from a family of story-tellers trying something old but in a new way.
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