just thoughts

Not particularly interesting

Someone who is beginning to look his age

Bald patches lined by course gray hair

Wildly growing unless closely cropped

Within my eyes I see a sadness

So many miles traveled

So much left undone

So much sin

So much

 

Looking at my face while shaving

I see an old man

Not particularly handsome

Someone who has made peace

With the fact of who I am

As well as who I am not

Able to see the maturity of my soul

So much has changed

So much freshness

So much desire

So much

 

Looking at my face while shaving

I see an old man

Not particularly talented

Yet in union with possibility

No longer what I was

Not fully what I will be

I am only what I am

So much opportunity

So much need

So much joy

So much

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2014