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Reflection
by Jerry Lowery (Age: 46)
copyright 08-24-2007


Age Rating: 7 to 127

 
I look in the mirror and what I see surprises me.
For what I see is me yet something much greater.
It looks like my world yet subtly different.
My room is the same but the man looking back at me is much better.
It is as if I am seeing what life could have been like if
I had done those things that I knew I should have done anyway.
Like every time I had thought about praying but did not,
because my pride got in the way.
When I should have given praise and thanks,
but decided it was me who did all those great works.
Or at times when I judged someone
when I should have given them a helping hand.
Yes, the man who looked back at me was me,
but greatly different.
His eyes shone bright with hope
while my own were dimmed with doubt.
He stood tall and strong
while I stooped tired and burdened.
His smile was warm and true
while mine was cold and forced.
I noticed there was a touch of sadness in his eyes
which I could not understand.
Why should he be sad
when it seems that he has everything?
Oh my God, I gasped when I realized that his sadness was
because he was seeing his reflection in me.
I stood there thinking how can I become that person in the mirror.
Suddenly I saw that my reflection was no longer standing,
but was on his knees as if to say.
This is a good place to start.




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09-04-2007 Everett (dale) Pogue    

Sometimes, Jerry, a poem is birthed just right! It doesn't need to be touched. At other times it may need some real hard work. You have a solid premise for this one. I would take it back to the shop and refine some wording. On the fourth line from the bottom you have "How can I". See how "I can" might fit in there. This poem is worthy of more work. I hope you'll do it. dale


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