Picture of hope and dream

I beseech thee

Do not cruelly ask me

To compare the young man

Frozen in a fleeting moment

In that potrait

And the image reflected

In the mirror

That you hold in your hand

 

His is the ebonied face

In the potrait

Crowned with long flowing

Black hair

His eyes sparkle

With a thousand glints

Of HOPE

Has a beaming smile

That would melt

The coldest heart

 

Mine is the time chiseled

Scared face

Reflected in the mirror

Scalp brushed with spikey

Strands of white hair

I've dull sunken eyes

Guarding a thousand

Lifes experiences

And wear an 

Uncompromising wry smile

 

His are the tales of all my

Tomorrows HOPES

 

Mine are the songs of

The fulfilment of all his

Yesterdays DREAMS

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Thank god for a welcome companion ►

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Abdul Ahmad

Sun 5th Apr 2020 12:12

Jennifer
Thank you for your positive feedback. Poetry is observation of life unfolding. Twists and turns in ones own life experiences result in different endings to the same themes. Some look back with joy others with regret and both are real emotions.
Enjoyed reading your 2019 work "Regrets"
Same theme different experiences

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jennifer Malden

Sun 5th Apr 2020 10:28

Liked this one, for its honesty too! I wrote 'Regrets' with a similar theme, except the person is resentful because 'his decline is visible in mine'.Keep up the good work.
Jennifer

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