Life - How Many Ghosts Wait Out Of Sight Poem by Paul Warren

When looking in the mirror what now do I see
Is there anything looking back that I thought would be
When I was young did the fates have their own plan
Whilst my plan didn't come to pass now I'm an older man

How many ghosts now wait just out of my sight
Standing waiting to cast judgement on if I was right
Can I now stand for the principles I once held
Or is it what's left of them that are now meld.

© Paul Warren Poetry