Reflections On A Broken Glass Poem by White Tiger

Seeing my reflections on this broken glass
Its what's left of my heart, before I pass
The backstare in that glass, does not lie
It's my fustration of broken years gone by
I used to think my youth was forever
That eventually I would be alone? Never!
I used to be athletic, I used to be strong
Only cared where I was going, never where I came from
If I could turn back, the hands of time
There would be things to change and refine
But life teaches us, many hard lessons
When you're young, it's pride, and when old, it's aggression
The reflections on this broken glass, don't lie
It's my collection of broken years gone by.


C. Vergara
05.12.2009
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