To Be Poem by S.W. Clark

Call it a sin wanting to see
this one in the mirror what he could be.
Though not perfect but frail
to life's winds and rains
even subjected to fight with all of its pains.
But what I am- be
and what this is- is me
it's not what will become
but accepting this personality.
The sin is not thinking of what will become,
but ignoring what is the sum of this sum.
This is the one
now in lights reflection
History with all of its' known or forgotten
There is no one more important than
this one standing here
No one who even deserves more of your fear
But you......