When he was four years old, My son loved robots. Stories, movies, cartoons-- He loved them all. At Halloween that year, My wife made him a robot costume. It was a work of art Made from cardboard boxes, Aluminum foil, And wire hangers. It took a while to put it on, And he wore it to a family party. He stole the show.
But then he walked past a mirror And saw a robot staring back at him. He screamed in fear, Not realizing what he was really seeing. I've told that story for years, And it always makes me smile. But today I woke up And looked at myself in the mirror For a long time. I didn't see a robot, Not really. And I didn't start screaming Out loud. But I admit to being scared By what I saw.