The Man I See



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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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Comments
16 Responses to “The Man I See”
  1. 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 πŸ™‚πŸ‘Œ

    • Brad Osborne says:

      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. πŸ™‚

  2. beth says:

    A billboard of time – a perfect description

  3. Jim Borden says:

    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”…

  4. A worthy testament to a worthy man. To look back on one’s life and smile is to have lived…

  5. petespringerauthor says:

    The mirror can’t show the experience we’ve gained and, hopefully, the goodness in our hearts.

  6. kristianw84 says:

    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. πŸ™‚πŸ˜˜

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