The Reflection

The Reflection

Who are you truly, old man in my mirror?
Can still your heart taste love’s sweet terror.
At the touch of a smile does your soul still tremble
From what nots and maybes love dreams assemble.
Does moonlight beat rhythms only your ears can hear?
Are you my true twin, old man in my mirror?

Man in the mirror, whose lined visage borrowed
Displays itself here, indelibly sorrowed-
Can you be truly my ownself reflected,
a soul from whom, seemingly, joy has defected?
Who are you truly, old man in my mirror?
How can you live with each breath a tear?

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About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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