Face reader

He walked and he lived, eager to know people

Keenness soon transformed him into a face reader

Some had uncertainty,

No matter what they were hooked on

A few stood indifferent,

While there was so much to see to

It smiled, frowned, mocked, worried, and frustrated

None of which was intended or had to be so

Yet was carried by the young and the old

There were handful; true, subtle and calm;

And this was easily read

At first, liked his ability

But soon grew weary

Welcomed, was no good at it

Later than usual...he saw his impression

And the mirror divulged

Yes, I reflect

Through me, you try to know more of yourself

It is I-look out, who needs purge

You are by large flawless

See how you can relate this, to people you meet

Wink and giggle very often

There is more to life past toughness

Interpretation:
A layperson, who was very much interested in meeting people, as he got to know many individuals he developed a kind of skill, to read their faces. Some of the faces smiled but was fake, others worried, pretended, made fun of... he could read all this easily and those whom he assessed were ignorant as to how readable their thoughts were on their face. At first, the face reader liked this new skill of his but then he became jaded (worn out). He was so much into evaluating others that he paid less heed to himself. Nearly every one he met had put on so many faces that he recognised, he was not actually good at reading it.
When he looked at his image, the mirror in a way started talking to him, people usually reciprocate with our feelings, we compare and sort of balance our way of living with that of others. Although we are spick and span if the mirror does not happen to be clean, the image is flawed similarly it is just a change of our perspective that makes a whole lot of difference. Instead of being critical, if we remain open, we get to know that there is... more to life.