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in the mirror marked 'life'

there lurks an unfamiliar face

for me it is all too real

yet not entirely of this place

it heals the wounded warrior who has fallen

helpless upon the battle field

all the while listening to the prayers of the wary

believer who has found refuge and knelt

despair slowly etches the features of he who

looks not directly into this all knowing glass

he can only hope to become a better man yet perhaps if

he doesn't ( hope that is) the feeling will soon pass

and his secret image known only to one besides himself

will be marred and or shattered forever

because he would not, could not walk along side

his concerned mentor in gentle harmony together

nor when he could no longer walk unaided

he would not allow himself to be carried

instead he stood stupidly, rooted firm to the spot

where he would one day mostly likely even if unknowingly

be buried

alive yet dead in his own selfish ignorance

and all because he would not give the one who knew

and loved him most a last trusted chance...........

(written Feb.6,1993 am)