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Shadows by Jeffrey B. Allen Monday, January 10, 2011 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan The essence of who we are is wrapped in the memory of who we were. When that goes away, the essence of who we are is wrapped in the memory of others who remember who we once were.
Shadows I can’t seem to remember. Is this the first time I’ve looked in the mirror? Shocked as I am at what I am seeing. Old man? Old man, not me, Can’t be, Can’t be. Ahh, I remember, Yes, I think I remember when once I looked in the mirror. That’s right. I think, not too long ago, either. When I combed my hair into bangs, And then, Into a pompadour. But not before I reached into the cabinet, Second shelf was a glass. What a bad ass. Slicked it back with half a bottle of Vitalis I was cool with the lingo, Lookin’ like Pacino. I slicked it and shaped it I can remember that far back. But where in the hell did I park my car. The Cadillac. Today I can’t remember what lunch I ate. I can’t recall the people I love But I have a strange fear of people I hate. Old man, Old man, Can’t be, Can’t be. It’s not me I see. I say, It’s not me in the mirror today Jeffrey B. Allen
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Reviewed by Robert Cosmar (Reader)	5/31/2011

You take me back, right along with you, Jeffrey. I saw then the very same reflections of time in the glass, echoes that are now as aged as the face I shave every morning today. Well written -- I thank you for the memories. Robert




Reviewed by D. Vaineo	1/11/2011

Allen, Boy, do I Know that feeling...Thanks Always, Deborah




Reviewed by Karen Palumbo	1/10/2011

Sometimes memories can get the better of us and this is a magnificent way to express the passage of time... Be always safe, Karen




Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat	1/10/2011

Jeffry, Great write! I think all of us that are getting a little'long in the tooth' feel this way. Mary




Reviewed by pat medlin	1/10/2011

i've heard this revelation expressed many ways...usually by women...but this is a wonderfully done piece of bittersweet musing. thank you jeff...p