The mirror is cracked! it's just a small crack, just a silvery gray line.. the images are still clear the reflection undistorted. a countless times i have looked in it, and even today the image i see is the same. the mirror is cracked, but it's just a small crack, in the corner, so why am i bothered? if only the mirror was broken.. i would have put the pieces back together.. the jagged shards of glass would have cut my fingers. with bleeding fingers i would have glued my mirror back. the images would then, no longer have been clear, the reflection would surely have been distorted.. but piece by piece i would have put my mirror back together.. ALAS!!the mirror is CRACKED, not broken. nothing has changed and yet ,for me, everything has changed- and the saddest part is- ' u cant repair a crack'. this poem in many ways speaks of human relation ships gone awry, relationships where ppl have drifted apart.things have changed .but the change is so subtle and seemingly insignifi...