John Berryhill Poet Limerick

Something Called Me

There is something i've lost that's 
one of a kind.
But no matter how hard I look it's 
something I can't seem to find.

Something of which I've always 
been proud.
Somewhat understated yet would 
stand out in a crowd.

Something that I could always offer 
 a friend.
As It was something on which they
could always depend.

Something I've worked hard to keep 
for many years.
And something as reliable as my 
reflection in mirrors.

But that reflection is 
something I no longer see.
Because that something I've lost is 
something called me.

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