SAM TUMBLIN

Mirror’s Truth

Each day before the glass we stand,
Tracing the years with weathered hands.
Do we admire the face we wear,
Or hide from truths reflected there?

Echoes of laughter, nights of cheer,
Still linger softly from another year.
Some fleeting moments leave a scar,
Reminders of who we truly are.

Many wish the mirror faced behind,
Leaving old reflections undefined.
Yet every path we choose to steer
Brings us closer to seeing clear.

One glance at a time the image grows,
Revealing more than the surface shows.
Until this vessel fades from view,
And the mirror reflects someone new.