A Mirror

There was this man

Who I was friendly with

We used to walk around

The city where we lived

We saw a vacant plynth

In the central square

He said "I'd look quite good

If I was standing there"

(and I said)

No, I'm not and artist, no, I'm not the mayor

No, I'm not a sculptor

I'm a mirror

In my working phase

At the country court

Writers bought me drinks

And asked me what I thought

(and I'd say)

No, I'm not a lawyer, no, I'm not the judge

No, I'm not the jury

I'm a mirror

I'm just a blurred reflection

I've been to heaven

And I've been to hell

When people see me

They see thеmselves

(and I say)

No, I'm not and angel, no, I'm not a god

No, I'm not thе devil

I'm a mirror

I'm just a blurred reflection