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Reflection in the glass.............Poetry

Updated on August 28, 2015

I see the man in the window for one moment
but I recognize him only at great cost
placing my fingers on the glass I realize
that my touch is nearly lost

Older now and older looking this
stranger who stands before me
no one else see's him I fear
yet I stand where they might see

How long has it been since I looked at the
man on this side of the glass
I wonder though is it really me
as so often we all might ask

For reflections come and go at ease and images
flux as if in constant motion
that's just one of the tricks of the glass
that secret sacred potion

Never lose sight of your dreams for the cost
is seldom worth as much
As always reaching blindly for a reason
in the reflection as if to touch

But images come and go and life will
pass by as well
don't forget the window does too
is that all that reflections tell?

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      ahorseback 2 years ago

      Whonunuwho, Thank you kindly my friend !

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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Truly lovely. A wonderful truth about that reflection. While it may be the exact same image. When I see my reflection I see something different than anyone else looking at my reflection.

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      meenakshibhati 2 years ago

      Beautiful poem. Analysis of oneself is quite necessary.

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Most of us will be the harshest critics of our own reflections. You are right, images and reflections come and go and so does life itself. Good poem.

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      whonunuwho 2 years ago from United States

      Our lives are a reflection of who we are...regardless of how we look to others or ourselves...yet it is truly what lies beneath in our very souls that defines who we are. Nice work my friend. whonu