THE MIRROR
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We are so meaningless for elders,
And no one wants to deal with us.
But our quantity is endless,
You have no chances when we rush.
Though thoughts and words within are foul,
Don’t ever stand on our way.
You will be slaughtered by the crowd
And thrown violently away!
We are so used to be the spongers -
On other people always rest.
But you as we act like the dodgers,
You lump the blame on someone’s head.
So what is wrong with you, what’s happened?
What makes you indignant at us?
We seem to you so bad and peccant,
You treat us wrongly, you’re unjust.
But being cold-blooded and unfeeling,
We’re like the mirror of you all.
And its reflection has the meaning -
It shows shortcomings of your soul!