Reflections of an empty room
A curtain moving in the breeze
A passing figure briefly seen
It cares not all for what it sees
The heirloom hanging in the hall
Reflects the living, not the dead
Who are still there, beneath the new
Who will in time have in their stead
The newer still, the living shades
Mere visitors, a constant frieze
The mirror hangs there, silent, still
Not caring all for what it sees