reflection of a reflection
that's what I have become
following in the footsteps
of he who I reflect

the first time I heard it
I couldn't accept the words
me like him I think not
we are not alike

he yells too much
takes a hard view of life
carries his load with no mewl
and cannot accept change

the strength of two men
hands huge and calloused
arms pumped to excess
hard as an anvils clang

this is not me I cry
I can see rainbow color
the beauty of earth
the tenderness of love

I wonder of things
feel the softness of woman
and children's laughter
hear the cacophonous of sound

how can I be him
clawing so hard against it
trying so much to be unlike
battering my heart to his

but it is true I know
but battle it no more
accepting is the way to peace
all I seek is that

carry the wisps of conversion
to the next level
and give to those that follow
this mirrored image......