The Furry Mirror
The pleasant smile takes
away the sting of mockery.
You are being you.
Not badly playing me
in a young man's psychodrama.
But when I see your image in the mirror,
I see myself.
My flea market looking glass
a distorter of images.
Perhaps that is all it is.
Still you learned to do what needs to be done?
That is my role.
I cast myself long ago.
Now you play the part.
The car filled, the fish filleted
and the trash taken out.
And did I teach you to be on time,
to smile when seeking peace?
You buy a Cadillac at a garage sale.
I cloth myself.
Your party for your friends.
Just today my staff parties.
I call my parents,
you have done it earlier.
You rise above talent.
I too, try harder.
Our list of mutuality’s is much too long.
Virtues I wrote in college for me.
When did you make it your list?
This can't be an accident.
At times your competence irritates me.
Mine must have done so to you.
Am I also too good to be true?
Would it have been easier
if at times I had been sloppy?
Do you grow weary of being
my work ethic clone.
Is there room for two of us in a house?
Will you be glad to run your own household?
But you must know
I admire what you are.
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