I caught my

reflection in a shop window.

Had to stop

before I could continue.

Did not recognise

the old man I have become,

I wished to God

that it could be undone.

Lowered my head

and walked up the street.

Becoming fearful

of those I might meet.

The bird of youth

has flown away

and in its place

I have come to stay.

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1 thought on “Reflection

  1. The bird if youth sings a song and she lives in your heart. Open your mouth and breathe life through to your throat, so that all hearts can sing in harmony.

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