Richard W. Reith


He was an invisible man
Afraid of being seen
Holding up a mirror
Making it his life

To each he knew
He mirrored back
What they expected him to be
Never showing the man inside

Multiple mirrors
Each for the views of himself
He was willing to show.

To people with character
He mirrored a man of character.
To the women who wanted a stud
He mirrored a stud.
To the children who wanted a father
He mirrored an image of a father.

No substance to stand on
Just smoke and mirrors.

Through it all
The fears inside made him hide
Never feeling good enough
From a lifetime of parents
Who showed him that he wasn’t.

He will die someday
Just a mirage to all who knew him.
He will die one day
Never showing himself;
Going to the grave
With his song unsung.

Author’s Note: This poem is about the straying husband of a friend of mine