To The Man On Page Three

Rating: 4.5
I hear solemnly on the morning news
Of another too soon tragedy over sea.
I turn the pages of the newspaper
And find a self portrait staring back at me.

Your hands are my hands.
Your eyes are my eyes.
But it is your blood on foreign sands,
Only your mother mourns and cries.

Your motivation and determination,
It’s so much like my own.
But to you there’s added bravery;
I just stayed at home.

I want to envy you for the
Great thing that you’ve done.
I lack you courageousness;
I stayed home and had fun.

One breath of your life
Is worth a dozen of mine.
Next to you my spirit’s bland,
It lacks your exuberant shine.

There are just too many of you.
It seems like a new one each day.
I wish I could say we cry for you,
But it’s just a rainy day in May.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
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COMMENTS
Kingsley Dorian 12 October 2007
I love the last stanza, it has an excellent finish. The last line hits you like a hammer-blow. You poems are meditations on the life all around us. You've opened your eyes to your surroundings and you've put it all down on paper. I raise my glass to you, I take my hat off for you.
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