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Reflection
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Completed Poems I look at him,
His sorrowful eyes stare back at me,
Empty shells of past ambition,
Gateways to a soul long neglected.
Such a man lives
Ever suffering through past mistakes
And failed machinations for future happiness.
Such a man dies
When he observes those he cares about
So much
Trekking down His path of loss.
Success and failure are but vague descriptions,
Words in His repertoire of terms
Which never pass His lips.
He, a mentor of life
Can do nothing
But observe His image in the mirror
And judge.
14 January 2009
