When you look in the mirror
who do you see?
The old man you are
chronologically?
The young man you wish
you still could be?
Your Dad? Your Mom?
“Is that really me?”
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My inner poet begs to be set free. Some of these musings are old, some are new; some observed, others lived. Enjoy.
1 comment:
Ah, yes, that's soooo familiar! ;-)
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