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What They See

What does someone see,
when they really look at me?

The sadness in my eyes?
My permanent disguise?

Do they notice that I am alone,
always on my own?

A smile that used to be.
Weary, like the rest of me.

I may look ready to run.
Afraid that I could become undone.

Maybe they nod and walk away.
Thinking I have nothing important to say.

They may not look at me at all.
Not to worry, I won't call.

I don't know who or what they see.
I am not sure who is the real me.


Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 9/22/2019 6:42:00 PM
A completely honest baring of the soul, Sandra. Bravo! ~ Gershon
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Sandra Weiss
Date: 9/22/2019 7:20:00 PM
Thank you Gershon. A kind comment, very much appreciated. Bravo, a word always welcome.
Date: 9/22/2019 12:25:00 PM
So many of us have felt this...your words have captured the feeling perfectly.
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Date: 9/22/2019 7:13:00 PM
Thank you Jeanne. I am glad that you liked how this was expressed. Always good to say it right.
Date: 9/22/2019 10:07:00 AM
Sandra , wonderful writing, you captured how many feel each day, well done !
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Sandra Weiss
Date: 9/22/2019 7:11:00 PM
Thank you so much. I appreciate your very kind comment.
Date: 9/21/2019 7:28:00 PM
Sandra, Well this is a fine poem for the way I feel this day. Assuming I know what that's about. Very exquisitely sad... A fave -Richard
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Date: 9/21/2019 9:27:00 PM
If sadness is what you are feeling Richard, may the light of a new day, also lighten your heart. Thank you so much for your kind comment and for making this one a fave.