Poet's blog: "Poetry"

never settling

who am I ?

where did I go?

how did I come to be

a stranger 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 have a happiness inside

that shines through the

wrinkled face looking back

at me..

yet I search

for that which seems missing

my head hurts because, but still

I sample the chocolates

taking a bite

and if it is offensive

leave half behind

poet