M. R. I.
Another increment of measure drops;
And while looking forward and around;
Into the reflections of time;
I can only wonder what it is I hope to see.
And in this capsule of imaging
I roam through the inner worlds of my mind
Looking perhaps for that hidden path
That might eventually make my life immortal.
But as I gage cause
And search for answers;
The reflections seem to do little more than;
Simply pass in review.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2010
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