Poetry

The Test

I took a long look at myself in the toilet mirror

still not sure what I was, you think I would know after all these years

I walked out of the toilet and saw five pound drop to the floor

so I picked it up and kept shouting. “Mate, mate.” but he kept walking.

I ran after him caught up with him and told him he had dropped it

As I walked back the man with his child told me I had done an honourable thing but if he wasn’t there

I may have put it in my pocket and walked off

but still I wanted to go back to that mirror and say

“You see I am a good person after all.”

Maybe the mirror gave me the test

I don’t know I am beginning to think

it is all a test.

                                                   ~ Marc Carver

                                                    Basingstoke, UK

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