My Reflection
I sat, as if a bud on a tree,
amassing knowledge while contemplating change.
Waiting for a ship that might never sail.
Waiting on tomorrow, which would never come.
Staring with glaring, glinting eyes
for that one man who could make a difference.
From natures shaded pool,
I found such a man
peering from within the blue abyss.
Strange, I thought,
this resemblance of myself,
for he too sat as if a bud on a tree.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2008
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