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THIS POEM IS ABOUT LIFES EXPERIENCE |
| As I look back over the years I have cause to consider this man I have become. I look in the mirror, my reflection is but the surface and yet it speaks volumes. My eyes reflect my soul, is this not eternity? Scars upon my soul I see, cut deep, now long since healed. The lesson learned? I choose my footsteps more carefully. The white in my hair, passion now turned to wisdom, From the day that I was pushed from my mothers womb till now, sweet is the laughter grandchildren make. Is this not experience that has bent my knee in humble prayer? I came into this world memory void, but I shall leave with a love that has no beginning, and has no end. |