The man stands staring at his reflection atop a body of water,
Picking,poking trying to change what he thinks he aught't.
He leans in closer and closer still,
Vanity desperate to get its fill.
For a moment time stops and he falls in,
Drowning in vanity he cannot win.
Masses of proverbial fluid fill each lung,
At this moment he realises what he's done.
He thought more about self and less about others,
Learn from him,take the time to be with sisters and brothers.
When you have gone to where you cannot return,
Know it didn't matter how you saw yourself but how others saw you & it'll burn.