My Reflection

the river moves across my bare legs. i gaze into its depth seeing my reflection. i was never one for conforming to what you wanted. and looking at the water, i couldnt see so much as a glimpse of what i used to be. i looked old and worn out. i looked over-worked and over-used, under-paid and not appreciated. i looked tired. yet i was wearing the same old raggy jeans rolled up as to not get wet, the same old shirt you bought me years ago. and with my shoes in one hand and a cigarette in the other, that day i learned that materials mean nothing. my appearance means nothing. everything in my life is so insignificant except for the life itself.