Looking in a old mirror
So old it couldn’t get any clearer
It shows the reflection of me,
But its kinda hard to see.

Crack Here,Crack here
And smudges everywhere
I look in it and try to fix my hair.
I come close and stare but,
The light shines bright,so there is a glaze.
I see two fingers up behind head.
I look behind and my temper starts to flare.
The wood is fair completion.
Many designs in every section.
Looking in I can see in any direction.

This mirror is very old.
Whoever owned it was very, very old.
Buying it now would be bold.
Not much heat in here,
Its kinda cold
My collar is up so I fold it over.
I put my backpack on my shoulder and starting to walk away.
I turn back and look at the mirror all over once again