Originally written on October 5, 200.
mirror mirror on the wall
why all the laughter
what was so damned funny
i didn’t get the punch line
missed me by a mile
maybe just didn’t get it
or no punch line at all
i can be so dense
so naïve at times
still such a child
in a mans body
who’s in charge
stand up and be counted
will take the blame
blame for what
what’s really going on here
no one’s in charge
everyone has left
even I don’t want
to be here for this
look away from the mirror
can’t stand the gaze
too many questions
without answers
who’s laughing now
did you get that one
not funny at all
no one is laughing
the colors are running
with the tears of a clown
no more crying
enough of this already
i can run if i want
there’s just no place to hide
from the moments of my past
it’s all around me
here there everywhere
colorful sketch framed here
windup toys there
little toy armored knights there
snapping Rex over here
framed photos around
things and stuff
nothing bad with any of it
all glorious moments in time
no joke in any of this
the laughter is real
it comes from deep inside
from the joyous moments
that were shared
not any sort of joke
who’s laughing now
maybe it should be i
mixed with all the other moments
of joy that has seen my day
i refuse to erase my past
it was all so real
because it is real
it never left me
i will not run and hide
yet i pace in my cage
embracing the gifts
from my life
from those moments
that are forever etched
in my brilliant silken tapestry
that is my life
rich and deep with colors
to numerous to avoid
mirror mirror on the wall
laugh with me
drink with me
let’s have us
another
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