Reflection

I lived life in front of a mirror for quite a hike.
Now, I don’t quite know that I’m sure of what I look like.

I spent so much time ignoring my own reflection.
Whilst I focused on the mirror’s other projection.

They were there, center stage, forcing my irrelevance.
I shrunk by the minute under all that deference.

You were the flower in need & I was your gardener.
Beauty was my charge…but I wasn’t your pardoner.