THE PICTURE ON THE WALL
THE PICTURE ON THE WALL
At first I didn’t notice it hanging there
Just at the edge of my vision, I declare
Then the significance dawned, I swear
It was so clearly a future portrait of me
An image of how I would prove to be
Of course, the years had taken their toll
The pale wrinkled skin and greying hair
Made it all the more real, as I’m aware
But its odd look is more than I can bear
It almost reflects some alternate identity
With a strange expression for all to see
My eyes staring back deep into my soul
Young and old images, a contrasted pair
The one on the wall was holding its stare
As if it had some crucial insight to share
Yet cold and lacking any hint of intimacy
Was this a real connection or just fantasy
I turned as I saw those eyes begin to roll
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