July 2011
Some people look at me, and give me a lovely smile.
Some people don't look at me at all.
Some people look at me to put on their hat.
Some people look at me to take off their hat.
People are funny, aren't they?
Some people are happy.
Some people are sad.
Some have a tear in their eye,
I see them rummaging in their bag, for a tissue they need
to dry up their eyes;
while others look at me, and tell white lies.
At the end of the day, when daylight has gone
people turn off the light, and go to their homes;
they don't care they are leaving me alone.
I don't think they care at all.
They just think of me, as the mirror in the hall.
People are funny aren't they?