Mirror, mirror on the wall Hanging on a thread of string......
My childhood eyes
Full of wonders and fantasy
With curiosity
I carried a small bench
With my bared feet standing on it
Trying to reached the mirror hanging on the wall
In my little mind
I discovered......
I would smiled and
The mirror smiled at me
I would wave my hand and
The mirror wave at me
I would make funny faces and
The mirror copied exactly what I did
I would jumped and hopped
Funny how the man in the mirror would do the same
I tried to poke my finger through it and
The mirror poke his finger on mine
Then I laugh at the mirror so hard
He looks just like me too
I was wondering how he ever get in there......
Written by Felix Chai 11th July 2006
6 comments:
hi bro.. thx for coming :D
Thanks for coming too! IEN! ^@^
looll! i like that picture in a mirror.. hehe! nice poem ! good writer :D
Still a kid on the inside! Aren't we!?
I always love being a little kiddie, no limit in discovery! NOt like adult, this cannot that cannot! Yiiii...... so many do and don'ts! Oh! Have a great day! IEN
^@^ Smile
hey bro.. happy saturday ! :D
u too ^@^
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