IN TO THE MIRROR I LOOKDE
In to the mirror I lookedI gazed long and hard
THE face looking back at me
As long , as hard as I was looking
At THAT face
On THAT face I could see many lines
On those lines was written many story's
Some were not pretty , even ugly
It must be said
Also written were story's of beauty and loveliness
And all the in betweenes of life grate tapestry's of life
The ears kind of long , resembling a statue on Easter Island
Ears and eyes that had seen and listened to it all just about
THAT face old oh so old before it's time , born as so
That face had not really ever been young seemed to passed THAT face
Bye some how
I turned the light off , turned and walked a way ,That face came with me
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2012-09-07 at 18:31
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