I see an almost sad reflection in my vanity table's
mirror
and I am nearly possessed by the big hurt filled eyes
staring back at the starer
along with punched paper hearts scattered all about on
the bedroom floor
while door drawings of long ago discarded remorse
chase me like never before
they extol no grace only gutlessly grim virtue upon my
already overly troubled mind
as they gloat by regaling stories of happy memories
now put far, far behind
note it is wise to not look far beyond one's constantly
shifting reflection
for what is captured there may be a step won but one going
strong in the opposite direction
that's when you must beware of the onset of perplexion
take on emotions in regard to logic
section by complex section
remember to live not so blindly on the dust of
yesterday's could have been 's
concentrate instead of future memories to be made tomorrow
with all your new friends...........
( written Feb 26, 1993 am)