I look at you into a mirror
and saw a complete stranger,
bitten down by age and stressful choices.
what happen to the young man with the star
in his eyes
what happen to the sky is the limit.
I look at you into a mirror and find
a stranger looking back with despair
and hopelessness radiating through his eyes.
Buck up, man! let's find the youngster and
maybe, yes maybe the next time,
I will see myself once more.
Copyright © Jenny M Guerrier | Year Posted 2015
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JENNY M GUERRIER (
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Comments2
Great poem… hope is alive pastor
Indeed. Stay blessed.
Sometimes we loose track of who we are. A good write Jenny
Thanks!
You are most welcome Jenny
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