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By Tony DeLorger © 2014
'Tis when I look, really look in the mirror,
do I realise who hides beneath those sagging jowls,
who lurks behind that furrowed brow,
who wares those lines that mark a life.
And in that moment of recognition,
my heart aches for all I've missed,
all that life has passed me by,
lost in my choices and decided paths.
'Tis not I that relented on my aspirations,
rather what life has ensued
for me to have resisted them,
put them behind those practical considerations
that I have believed my moral duty,
my resounding 'must'.
Yet, I now peer into this aged face,
and know I wished it differently,
not regretting my resolve,
but wishing it were not limited to one life and path.
How trite my wish, like a billion before me,
but I can but feel what my heart dictates,
and in trying to fathom this pariah before me,
I must admit defeat.
Still, there is will even now, to follow this craggy heart,
to follow my dream in the wake of later life,
and I remain steadfast in my dream,
that my name will at least count for something.
'Tis not fame nor wealth that drives me,
just what my mind knows well in this life,
and the way I can expound it,
to find hearts of meaning, and inspire.
Until the end of days I shall follow,
these dreams that have led me from childhood,
and with conviction will I drive this truth,
that nags me moment to moment.
Words are my sword, love is my guide,
and hope eternal gives me strength,
to find peace in humanity,
compassion in life and a will to accept difference,
And even if I do not succeed,
I will die trying.