MIRRORED VISION

I looked into the mirror and I wasn't there,

I couldn't find myself,

I looked all around and I wasn't on the shelf,

I looked behind the mirror, but no, just a wall

I wasn't there at all.

I thought perhaps I was dreaming,

And I was really there and beaming,

I thought, I might have washed my face

So much, I left no trace

But i can feel my nose and in a profile pose,

I will wipe the mirror clean

So I can see me, oh so serene,

But truthfully, nowhere to be seen

I must have died and gone to heaven

At this late hour of eleven

Or may be i should see an optician

For more perfect, mirror vision