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Reflection of Reality
This morning after I finished shaving,
I was taken for a moment by my face.
Wondering when those lines appeared;
My receding hairline is now simply bald.
Looking deeply into my of old brown eyes;
I see a gentleness that comes from time.
Where is that illusion of youth I saw yesterday?
Who is this face now looking back at me?
The scales of delusion are gone from my eyes;
Seeing the man that others see, wondering…
Smiling, I am now ready to face another day
With freshness; now seeing a reflection of reality.
22Feb10
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