Who Are You?

Who Are you? Reflections in the glass, Moments in time. The memory of some forgotten act, Or a smile on the street. These are my legacy. Those are my story, Written in the hearts and minds Of those that remember. Plastered on the walls Of memory for all, Art forged in pain, Happiness and time. The pictures of life, Moments long gone, The time has faded, But the memory remains. Hurt I've caused, Joy I've spread, Despair I've displayed - This is my legacy. And as I stand here, The glass reflecting, I stare at myself. The question grows. What have you done, To make someone smile? How have you tried, To help someone today? Who have you hurt? Who have you crushed? Why did you cry? How could you laugh? These questions I ponder, And as time passes by, The answers I find Are sometimes too much. But here, at the end, Of this long road I've traveled, I look at this stranger, This me that is not me. And as he stares into my eyes, And time fades to black, It rings out loud, for all of us. At the end of the day, Who Are You?