Reflecting Pool
At a reflecting pool long I stood,
Well, at least that's what the sign said;
A reflecting pool in that quiet wood
Where down a winding path I'd been lead.
Until how I got there reflecting upon,
That reflecting pool with its sign;
I wondered if it would have dawned
On me without that sign to remind.
But when in Rome as they say,
Staring into that pool reflecting;
I wondered if I'd have come all that way
If of that pool I'd been expecting.
No probably not as into I gazed
But still reflecting on a whim
At my shallow thoughts amazed,
Pretty soon stones I began to skim.
And there it was in the waters rippled
Across that pool interrupted;
In the face of, surely crippled,
I knew long ago I'd been corrupted.
Copyright © David Maclennan | Year Posted 2016
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