The Reflection (poem)
Who is this person each day comes to stare
Into these shallow windows of half truth
Reflecting on some memories held there
Retracing treasured pathways to our youth
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Was there something I carelessly forgot
It seems for me that all is in its place
For more than this our time did not allot
And you’ll be back your moments to retrace
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A voyeur here I have within my view
Unknowingly they freely leave their world
As if to steal something that they were due
Yet missed the secret I have here unfurled
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So live your life as full as it can be
And I will do the same for you and me