What do you see
when you look at me?
When did my eyes
full of life
turn to sadness
full of strife?
When did my form
hardy and hale
become soft, weak and frail?
When did my words of joy
become words to avoid?
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Author:
James Alexander (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 16th, 2024 11:03
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Good write J.
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