Reflections of the Past, Images of the Future
poetry
Looking into a mirror
And what I see
Are tainted reflections
Of what once was me
Slowly step by step
I planned the road ahead
Making life for me
Not for life instead
I studied all the books
And got by all the tests
I've kept on pushing forward
Not stopping for a rest
Now looking into a mirror
And what I see
Images of the future
What will be me
I will not stop right here
I'll keep on moving on
Reaching past my limits
I know it won't take long
Reflections of the past
Are not important to me
Only images of the future
Are all I now see
LS
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Lynda Spargur
Screenwriter, Author, Creative Writer
Writer, dreamer, creator of new imaginary souls. Using my experiences to develop a better future. Crime stories, baseball and The Beach Boys are my passions.
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