What I Saw
I recognized myself today
but when I looked into the glass
I had to turn away .
What I saw, was that really me .
Or just the demon I had turned out to be .
I lived this life , but nothing was free
of pain and hurt and misery
pleasure is not happiness
but happiness is a pleasure .
and when you reach life's bitter end
how will you have measured
James.........................................
Copyright © James Stevenson | Year Posted 2010
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