by J. G. Pajot
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We are often not at all as we see ourselves.
I see in the mirror a face,
One I do not recognize,
One that has lonely eyes,
Eyes as distant as Summer skies,
And a look that speaks of ages,
Times long past and gone,
Times that are foggy memories,
Slowly faded in washed degrees.
I know that man,
I remember him as being much younger,
Of being more full of hopes and dreams,
Than that distant eye now seems.
Perhaps it is only a delusion,
Perhaps those memories are not real,
Perhaps that face is not who it seems,
Perhaps it is only a vision of older dreams.
Oh, well, I was sure I knew that man,
Whose once youthful gleam was bright,
But I feel now I was mistaken,
And from this dream must awaken.
Funny how refelections can deceive,
How memories can influence,
How hope can bring mirages,
Of old thoughts from our mind's garages.
Well, I will not look again,
As I am sure I do not know that face,
And I do not want see,
Because I fear that face is me!
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I think there is much most relevant truth in what you express in this poem, Jim. Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I am surprised at the face that looks back at me because that is not the way I see myself. Thank you, friend. Love and peace to you,