Mirror Mirror On The Wall

She looked into the mirror

there were black spots on her face

seemed strange as she possessed 

unblemished complexion 

How come no one had commented

she questioned and looked again

in a another mirror. Nothing had changed 

Obviously mirrors needed to be changed

Outside rains arrived in sheets of curtains

Rushed out, face upturned, confident

Pure rain water would remedy defects

Spots stayed much to her consternation 

Her alter ego was unrecognizable 

Used face scrub, applied a face mask, 

mirror reflected facial black marks

In anger asked the mirror 'Hey..what's up

we have been friends right from start

Remember our pact never to lie 

to each other with or without make up'.

Mirror responded...' the back spots you

see are sins that show up, every time

you stray from the right path. 

Reflection of your soul corrupt.

Go mend your ways and see results'.

True enough, all changed, when she

corrected course mid-life; took a vow

would never be persuaded to lead an

immoral life, for the big bucks.

Down the line as she aged, her reflection

unblemished remained.

Impurity of thoughts, actions 

rains or mirror cannot change

she realized before it was too late.

Now gracefully aged; 

Mirror her conscience keeper

Her true friend.