The Man I See
Posted by Brad Osborne on February 27, 2021 · 16 Comments
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There in the mirror, a life defined
Written in every crevice and line
Many stories tangible to trace
Chapters penned on wrinkled face
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Oh, the memories each one holds
Cryptic in how their stories told
Little moments of long past years
Home to smile and wayward tears
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I cannot wash away, this my past
Imperfections are there, forever cast
Youthfulness now lost to passing age
Ancient words scrawled on greying page
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The scars left behind do not soften
Mouth creased from laughing too often
Eyes that have seen so many things
A varied life and all that it brings
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Now my life stares back at me
A billboard of time for all to see
Though ravaged by time and gravity
The man I see, I am proud to be
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This such wonderful poetry. Our reflection of self does take us done a memory lane and then starts the self-contemplation of life we have led, good or bad moments, right or incorrect choice, pain or gain and then the road so far. But in the end, if you are content with your journey, it’s a life lived worthwhile. And I am proud of the man I look up to, that’s you, Brad. This one touched me 🙂👌
Thank you, my dear friend! We all see different things when we look in the mirror, but the most important of all is to love the person looking back. I appreciate your consistent support and lifting of my spirits, V! I am just as proud of you and grateful to have been a small part of your journey!
It’s my pleasure to read such an intriguing and amazing content . As you rightly mentioned, we all see different things, and I have sometimes struggled to recognise the person looking back, but this poetry will always remind me to find the person I can love. This is also a deep subject, thanking for sharing. 🙂
A billboard of time – a perfect description
Thanks Beth! I wasn’t sure you would connect with this as you still look like you are in your thirties…
um… 60s, perhaps it’s time to update my pic ).
LOL….😁
a wonderful poem, and I love the closing line. That’s what we all hope for – to be proud of the life we live.
This poem reminded me a bit of Rod Stewart’s “Every Picture Tells a Story”, but in this case it would be “Every Face Tells a Story”…
Thanks Jim! We should all be proud of our friend in the mirror!
A worthy testament to a worthy man. To look back on one’s life and smile is to have lived…
Thank you Francisco!
Always a pleasure my friend!
The mirror can’t show the experience we’ve gained and, hopefully, the goodness in our hearts.
Very true, Pete! Thank for reading and all your support!
I wasn’t sure what direction this was going to take, but I’m very pleased with the ending. I am proud of you, too. I would love to sit with you & listen to those stories that line your handsome features. 🙂😘
You are too sweet Kristian! 😘🌹