This site will self destruct in 2 months, March 17. It will come back, and be familiar and at the same time completely different. All content will be deleted. Backup anything important. --- Staff
|
|
Here Again Every morning When I awake To my mirror I hastily make To meet my friend Whose eyes of glee Are always happy Just to see me. For if he’s not there Then where am I? |
You have very aptly and whimsically outlined every man's fear of not awakening and finding out that you didn't. I really like the lightness of this poem and all said in so few words. Very well done I am going to add this to my favorites. | Posted on 2004-12-16 00:00:00 | by popsit | [ Reply to This ] | i like it. short, optimistic funny and yet a bit foreboding for there is a chance that u might not be there.did u ever think if udied even if tey put a mirror next to your face u would not know even if he is there u would not be. nice write. | | Posted on 2004-12-14 00:00:00 | by whyme | [ Reply to This ] | |