• On that day of cruel reckoning
    I looked upon My mirror
    And I did not feel pleased
    I saw the petty man I was
    Looking out at me

    I saw a man so filled with sloth
    With overweening pride
    He looked away from my face
    Turned away in shame
    He refused to meet my eye

    That Mirror hangs there still
    I hate it now -- always have --
    But I still look at myself
    Things rarely change in it
    And that saddens me

    I will look one more time
    A final time and only once
    Was there a Change?
    I won't remember; waking
    I swear again to change

    One more vow broken.