Images
As I think back to what once was
I glance at my image and think of the things that time does
Old I have become, aged and wise
The pace of life and responsibilities I despise
I miss my youth,
I can see what time has done
And I wonder, oh I wonder
If other’s can appreciate what type of man I have become
This image of me I miss
This is what I used to be
When life was simpler
And living, learning and loving was all I needed to see
I wish with all my heart
That I could get back to that place
The youthful approach
That in life I used to face
And then all at once
The image that life has caused to hide
Was just beyond the surface
It stood there before me
It was always inside.
My image is simply that and no more
So I needn’t try to change it
Or treat it as a door.
It is not your image to which you are defined
But your actions in life
That you use in the expense of your time
This life is both a gift and a test
No burden of the heart is best
And there are three images of yourself that matter most
Your image for your spouse, your children
And to he, the holy ghost.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment