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I Say!

My Quest

Near Miss

Dreams of Yesterday

Do You Remember?

Ten

When is it all going to end?

Sleep

Just Let It Be

La Vie en Rose

Heads in the Sand?

If I've Learned Anything!

Silver Bullet

The Path We Choose

A Soldier's Integrity

What is that Sound?

Back in the 50's Tonight!

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My Reality

In Nineteen Forty Three, I peered into a
stone well and from the dark water, upon
my young eyes a  strange reflection fell.
An old gray haired man stared back at me.
I was a boy of ten, he was at least seventy-three.

Today, after all these years,
the reflection from that dark
well returned again, as I
peered into the mirror on
the wall, the realization of
that reflection from years
ago has suddenly become…
my reality.

Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2004





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