Me Or Not Me
Is this me that I’m looking at
through this wrinkled mirror
Me?
Or
is this me that’s staring
at Me … not me? Me … or not me?
I saw this me … that reads Me
glisten as a dew on a rose bud,
but now this me
grins … glares at Me,
through wrinkled cheeks … sunken eyes.
Is this me, …. Me? Me …. or not me?
Or
is this an issue with my eyes
That they don’t see Me as I see Me?
They saw Me so young as a plum
when cocks gently caressed them.
Why, now they don’t see Me
as I see Me? Aren’t they my eyes?
Are they? … or … they are not?
No more, No less; ... Is this Me
Not true? True ….. or not true?
Nov. 30, 2020
It is what it is……….or is it??? Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: John Lawless
Copyright © Newton Ranaweera | Year Posted 2020
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