A shadow in the bathroom glass.
What I see
Is the public me.
And when I pass
There will be
No me to see
Merely soulless glass.
Yet reflected back
In the verse I leave behind
Some may find
In my rhyme
The black
And white we call art.
Now in the mirror I see
The surface me.
And not my heart.
K Morris - Poet 
Very impressive, Kevin! Thanks for sharing. Best wishes, Michael
Thank you, Michael. I’m delighted you like my poem.
Best wishes. Kevin
A very thoughtful poem, Kevin.