Framed

There is this one frame
That hangs on a wall
And displays a picture
To one and all

No famous artist
But crowds will attract
When having a look
To how they react

Depends on perspective
And with your own stance
Just what you might see
With your first glance

A colourful picture
And work of art
Of familiar faces
Just feet apart

And as I move closer
What do I see?
It is my reflection
That's looking at me

As this is a mirror
In which we all stare
And each of us standing
Caught unaware

A beautiful portrait
To bring out our smile
A room full of strangers
No more in denial

And we are the artists
With flair that we draw
All standing closely
Now smiling in awe