Friday, September 30, 2011


Category: Poetry/Lyrics

People might well wonder at your look that
Somehow let go the hand of time
Giving you a youthful sanguine face
Frequently attested by the mirror

Now keeping all the compliments aside
Look into the mirror, fix your eyes
These two tell-tale windows of the soul
See if they look younger than their age

Awe and wonder may possess your being
While you may see antiquity in your eyes
Not the wrinkles of a single body
But the blisters of humanity

Posted by Prometheus on 09/30 at 10:00 AM | Permalink
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