Reflections On My Past Poem by Phil Soar

Sometimes I see reflections of the person that I am,
The likeness haunts me constantly,
The changes as I've aged have had an impact,
Making me wonder if the lines are like the rings in trees,
Each telling the story of the years of my life,
How my very essence has measured the man I am
And the shadows they create imitate the years
Saving data, so that my life is not seen as wasted
Then at least these reflections can mean something to someone
History repeating itself through my lifetime
Recording the years