Caricamento in corso...

To polish stone

There is no face
that wanders past a mirror
And does not look
from time to time, within.
And although sadness
might darken such a moment
There are surprises
When the viewer sees a grin.
 
Sadness
consoles itself by weeping
But weeping
has no friend of its own.
So I smiled
as I sought out a mirror
And I spoke softly
as if to polish stone.
 
The mirror,
patiently it listened
And it pondered
all I had to say.
Then it answered,
“You made your bed, my friend.”
And I nodded in agreement
as my smile went away.
 
 
D. Thurmond / JEFalcon
02-19-2020

Altre opere di D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)...



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