Mirror Facing The Future (Poem 15 of 99)

Old man sitting there, unshaven, clothes torn

wrinkles, scars and frowns; a face that has been worn

by anxiety, frustration, confusion, despair,

and if I this faulty wiring in my brain don’t repair

one day I will be, for the eyes of a young poet

the

“old man sitting there, unshaven, clothes torn…”

Dasein Petals © Copyright 2013

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