My life is almost over; that's a fact
Statistically derived but simply true;
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked
And so reflects two, three, or more, that lack
Cohesion. Which one's goal shall I pursue—
My life is almost over; that's a fact—
In time remaining? Luggage largely packed,
Past boxed and crated, little left to do,
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked
And won't be fixed and always did refract
The one before it into at least two.
My life is almost over; that's a fact,
But life cannot be lived in the abstract
And begs for certainties that it once knew:
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked;
I look away in search of the exact;
Nights melt the shadow shrinking from my view;
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked.
My life is almost over; that's my fact.
The broken mirror is a melancholy song from a poet who lost his hope in life and waiting for death to embrace...
U GAY GET A LIFE OVER ON HERE SAYING THIS PROBABLY DROPING 0 KILLS SO SHUTUP
Continued: and the two have not spoken since. In the message board entry, he called his father 'evil, ' a 'human molestor, ' an 'exploiter, ' a 'scoundrel, ' and 'a world historical son of a .'
Some words from his Bio: David demanded that his father halt his work supporting guns, alcohol, union-busting and other industries of the like, or else he would sever their relationship. Richard refused,
This is an excellent poem and so very sad, since the relationship betwixt father and son is not good.5 Full Stars for this amazing Modern Poem Of The Day! Congratulations, dear David!
what is the poem about? what messages is it trying to portray?
How do u not know what its about idiot