I watch my face
Everyday in the mirror
Grow a little more tired
A little more gaunt
With the deepening tread of
Hours unfulfilled.
There are tears in the corners
Of dark eyes, yet to be cried
Dreams that will never see
The light of a fortunate day
Hopes that must die with
The passage of time
Moments that cannot be
Recaptured or made to feel
Whole.
Still
Looking back
There is something unmistakable
Almost imperceptible
In the crossing of the brow
A will that will not allow
The worst to be more
Than the best can ever be.
~ Laurence Overmire
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