The Motive

There was an old mirror in Liberty Hall

A magical mirror that hung on the wall

We heard it was special for only a few

Reflecting an image that nobody knew

Now let me be honest and perfectly fair

Most often I saw only me standing there

But every so often it offered a gift

A much older person that gave me a lift

When fearing I couldn’t, he told me I could

If feeling I wouldn’t, he said that I would

Today as I graduate, reaching my prime

I’m passing this mirror the very last time

No longer a student, I hold a degree

So what will the mirror allow me to see

I’ve earned my diploma, I have it in hand

But thanks to the mirror, I now understand

Alone was my advocate there in the glass

With one final lesson not given in class

He told me his help, it was done selfishly

That I was the motive, his future is me