Today,
I looked into my mirror.
Seen my reflection,
or what I thought was me.
I was forsure yesterday,
today not that forsure.
It had to be me,
who else could've been.
It just wasn't the same person,
that I'd remembered.
Something wasn't right,
the image didn't look the same.
It didn't look to be of know one else,
I just know,
It wasn't me.
I don't know what I'll see tomorrow.
If I can't fess up,
to what I seen today.
I was the man in the mirror.
It was me,
in the reflection that I seen.

Greg Welch 2020