"Future Reflection" (6 July 2008)
Many Years Left To Unfold
A World All My Own
Countless Journey's To Explore
An Entire Life Ahead I’m Told
Attention Directed To A Man So Old
Dressed In Rags Like Its All He Had
A leather Face Made From Time
His Eyes Like Mine
Many Years Come And Have Past
My Bones So Old Cease To Grow
Memories Are The Grains In The Glass
That’s All I Have Left Of This Weary Soul
Attention Caught By This Boy So Young
Full Of Life Celebrated In Youth
Figure So Small, Energy So Fine
His Eyes Like Mine
Justin Michael Milani
Author notes
A poem that just keeps cycling back and forth, the picture fits perfectly
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