On The Job Training
 
I worked the House of Mirrors at the door,
Blessed with the golden opportunity
To meet my alter egos by the score;
Though often I forgot that they were me,
Quite bitterly disputing with myself
About admittance fees and length of lines—
Confounded by reflections soon dispelled
With more reflections. In and out my mind,
The door swung open and the door swung closed.
With practice I soon tamed the angry mob,
And gained the right composure and repose—
Those benefits of training on the job.
That House of Mirrors was my education.  
I made friends with myself, on most occasions.

Lee Evans
 
If you have any thoughts about this poem, Lee Evans  would be pleased to hear them