Mirror Poem by michele kostelnik

Mirror

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Where have those real people gone,
you know, the ones who were
bohemian born.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it
they would always say.
It was a feather in your nest
in that fine day.
Thick and fast we were on that great
stage!
Now life is ready to turn the page.
Youth slowly fades in the hour of need.
Put a good face on it - yes take heed.
All talent has gone out of our mind.
The wages of sin have not been so kind.
Read the prime of life- it will
smoke it out.
Still waters run deep and thats
what it is all about.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Smoky Hoss 04 January 2011

'still waters run deep'.... you are correct, for yes they certainly do. Good poem here.

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Sidi Mahtrow 02 January 2011

When you've got an itch, scratch it What a great assembly of sayings in A poem that has no end But a reflection on life As it flashes by. s

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