Take a look,
Come near
our lives are like
The plate glass mirror


The plate glass mirror



Take a look,
Come near,
Our lives are like
The plate glass mirror.

Reflections,

When our worlds
Shatter,
We pick up the pieces,
To rise above the tatter;

Of our lives.

We glue it back together,
To look once again,
To see with wiser eyes,
Yes we are the handymen.

Coming,

Our view is different,
Shards of reflected light,
New visions arrive,
To roust us from this plight.

Now,

The mirror is a road map,
Of lifes traveled path,
Though the pieces may be many,
Each one tells a tale.

Glory,

That we have the eyes to see,
The Heart to feel,
What the mirror
Truly means.

For lifes experience,

Is but a mere reflection,
A teacher,
A sheperd,
A humbler of men,

Given.






Poetry by W. Burkholder
Read 399 times
Written on 2007-03-02 at 19:30

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