Here I stand with a mirror,
Can I stand any nearer.
Here I stand for those who see,
In the mirror of the free.

Free to stop and to gaze,
On a moor that’s filled with haze.
But I stop and see the wild,
At the past as was a child.

Children do not look for long,
In this mirror is a song.
It sings of life in back of me,
From a time that I can see.

Seen from where a place I stand,
Of a life upon the land.
It was plenty, it was life,
It was filled with hate and strife.

Now I look from past to future,
In this mirror I will nurture.
I will feed the heart I found,
That was picked up of the ground.

I can see the life for me,
As I see it filled with glee.
Closer now I place my mirror,
Now I see them so much clearer.

Clearer now these things to be,
From a past that frightened me.
When I look my life gets clearer,
As I gaze into my mirror

Thank you for rhyming! I don't like getting annoyed by anything; I try to be relaxed and cool. But the definition of poetry is a story that rhymes. So I'm sick of people randomly talking about their grandmothers hair and saying it's poetry just because they spoke in an odd or surreal way. So definitely; thank you! It was nice.