Reflection Poem by keith brown

Reflection



As a boy I stood before Mirrors

Viewed through bright eyes and smooth skin

Opposite

akin some faired haired Budda

Searching the lines of a smile, the crease of an eye

For character whilst

Opposite

nothing changes Save

The reflection, dull eyes, wrinkled skin

Opposite

akin some aging fair haired Budda

Monday, April 20, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: aging,ego
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