Old Man in the Mirrro Must Die

The Old Man in The Mirror Must Die

One early winter morning

A man went to the mirror

To do his morning shave

Just another shave

Like a thousand, million shaves before

As he looked into the mirror

He did not see his face

Instead he saw a stranger

Staring out at him

An old, beat up old man

With intense sad eyes

Stared out at him

The man looked hard

At the man who had taken

Over his mirror

And wondered who he was

And how and why

He had taken over his mirror

The man was perturbed, disturbed

And a bit angry at the turn of events

All he wanted to do

Was shave in peace and quiet

The man continued to stare

At the face in the mirror

And finally could not stand it anymore

He looked at the mirror

And said,

Man in the mirror

Who or what are you

And what do you want

And why have you taken over

My god damned mirror

So early in the morn

The old man

Merely laughed and resumed staring

At the man

The man getting more and more angry

Demanded an answer

From the fiend in the mirror

Who are you, you mocking fiend

And what do you want from me

The man screamed

The old man in the mirror

Looked at him and said

Don't you know who I am

I am you and you are me

The man looked at the old man

And said no, no, no

I am not you, never will be you

I am not an old, washed up old man

I am me – full of life, youth and vitality

And yet the man knew the truth

Did not want to admit the truth

Could not handle the truth

The old man in the mirror

Was what he had become

The man was very angry

And screamed

At the old man in the mirror

The man said you may look like me

You may sound like me

You may even smell like me

But I am not you

Never have been

Never will be

Not going to happen

Not in a million years

The man yelled at the old man

Old man, mocking fiend from hell

Go to hell old man

And never darken my mirror again

And the man stormed out of the house

And wandered about here and there

Finally, late at night

He wandered into a bar

And began drinking the night away

The man went up to some pretty young things

And tried to pick them up

They laughed at him

Called him a dirty old man

And told him to go home

The man went home

To bed alone

And drank some more beer

And dreamt of all of his past loves

And failed dreams

Of what he had done

And failed to do

And wondered whether his time

Had come

The next morning

He walked into the bathroom

Determined to confront the old man

Tell truth to power

He said, listen up, old man

You may have won the war

But not the battle

I am not you

And never will be you

And screaming like an escaped banshee

Newly freed from the mental institution

The man shot the old man in the mirror

Shot him over and over

Screaming die mocking fiend from hell

The man woke in the hospital

An old black doctor came over

Said sadly

This white boy ain't right in the head

The man laughed insanely

And saw down the hall

The old man in the mirror

Smiling and beckoning to him

Walking out the window

And into the dawning sun

The man got up and walked

And joined the old man in the mirror

And smiled as he died

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