Perched high on the wall resides the window of my soul. In its reflection what will I see?
Will my past visit me, will my future unfold before me.
Will my sins haunt me, will my hurt return.
Will happy days bring me smiles with their sweet memories.
Will I see my lost loved ones and speak with them once again.
Will I be happy with what I see, will I hang my head in shame … or
Will I look forward and see what can be,
Will years from now guide me in what will be.
The truth is I will see only what I want to see.
© 2015 Ak.Han