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never look back
always look ahead
so don't let yourself be placed
with the likes of the dead
I am positively hypnotized by
what my mirror lets me see
as I look my fill
it shows me a strong willed soul
laying quietly in a shuddering form
so calm and still
this, I once read, so it must have been said
winters die young while losers only play at being dead
there are people struggling with themselves everyday
yet, I make a life out of easily whittling myself away
I strangely pleasure myself by exploring the many
facets of my own mind
but I question myself all the same
why is the memory, conscience and soul so
masterfully intertwined
is there a grand reason for this devastating
design
precious much maybe that is why the cat is said
to have nine
so it will all equal out, on down along the line
to error is human but to be human is divine
the height of my joy has not so far reached
the depths of my ageless despair
life only works out great for those who truly
know how to care
and you find it so often said death is so unfair
it must only be so for those who find life
incredibly easy to take on and bear
in poetic form, I am a tight meticulous arranger
who always remembers life
as watching death befall
the closest but distant stranger.......
(written July 28,1991 pm)