Poet's blog: "Poetry"

Inevitability Who am I ? Where did I go? How did I come to be? A faint shimmer in a mirror looking back at me, I remember a younger face that once looked back. This other person has enjoyed life though, seen many wonderful things, and has a happiness inside that shines through the seasoned face looking back at me.. no longer resignation, but exhiliration of that which is yet to come poet