Reflections - Poem by Frank Halliwell
Today I'm feeling lonesome friend, and just a little blue...
I wonder just how many folks there are like me and you?
I feel a kinship with you, for there's sadness in your eyes,
And we have much in common, for I sometimes hear your sighs.
Do you ever feel that worthwhile life is slipping fast away
As you sit and watch the sun set on another wasted day
And watch it rise to-morrow in a blaze of brilliant flame
And contemplate that when it sets, your life will be the same.
A round of news that's mostly bad, and rubbish on TV
And big and little crisises that no one could forsee.
The bathroom tap is dripping and the hinge is off the door
And the dishes piled up in the sink may cascade to the floor.
I wonder if you've noticed that you're wearing odd socks too?
The left one is a faded green, the other one, light blue
They're mostly in the laundry box and these are just the spares-
And does it matter anyway, when no one really cares?
He smiles a sad and wistful smile like he did yesterday..
And all the days that went before; reflections of today.
We'll talk again to-morrow friend, as we have done before,
I'll close you in the closet now, and hurry out the door.
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