An ImageA Poem by JohnI
An Image
I Is it the thought of death? For now to look at myself In a mirror requires A moment's composure, An intake of breath, As if I was going under water And had to steal myself Before taking the plunge. II And there it is, An image to peruse. On a screen it seems more real, Offering itself To greater scrutiny. All may be vanity But age requires a certain clarity In the dark room of the mind Before we too are expunged. © 2024 John |
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