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Poems by Stacy King


If the man in the mirror 
Doesn’t look towards
The one who made
The man and the mirror

He’ll never understand
The man or the mirror
For the mirror is a man
But the man is not the mirror

And so it goes
That he looks without noting
Admiring a man
While ignoring his quoting

For what will he gain
By loving this face
But a bag full of wrinkles
When he finishes his race

Was it the man
Or was it the mirror
Who refused to reflect
And make these things clearer