Mirror Poem

A thin line of silver,
So shiny and clean,
A handle of green jade,
So sturdy and lean,
Glass clear as crystal,
Full of light and relief,
On the back a black beetle crawling ‘round on a leaf.
Though the mirror is real nice,
There are small hints of vice,
And coldness in your vicious little stare,
I can always feel you watching,
Even if I’m not there.
When sun gleams on your glass,
It reminds me of the ocean on a summer’s day.