Through the looking Glass.

When I gaze into the looking Glass
And glimpse the scenes therein
I gird up my jealous heart
Put on a stoic grin.

For looking Glass life is splendid
And no one’s ever sad
And no one’s ever lonely
And no one’s ever mad.

For many many years
The looking Glass was my ideal
The grass was always greener
Although it wasn’t real.

Everyone loved everyone
In just the way they should
And people’s dreams were always kind
And their motives always good.

But mirror life can not sustain
The aching soul inside
The heart must play it’s own refrain
And own contentment find.

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