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The man in the
mirror
How a man stands
Comes not from happy days
But from tempestuous ones,
Those that wear one down,
The devil days that dent his crown.
A man stands up
When weariness worries his knees,
When tears blind his eyes,
When losses too big to bear
Press him ever down.
A man stands,
Not in the best of times,
But when caught on the tines
Of Time's own pitchfork,
His talents fading,
His family falling away.
A man stands,
When all is said and done,
Not for others,
Not for honor,
But for the mirror,
In which he sees his soul.
by Tom Swarbrick
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