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Reflections
Images mirrored by the faces of mankind.
The many wrinkles that line the eyes of the woman
Working hard to feed the family her husband left behind
His face gruesomely twisted by the heat and pain
Muscles aching; sweat pouring, blood dripping from his hands.
Driving himself to an early grave, nothing left to show his gain.
The grey hair that winds through the lovely braids
Of the grandmother, worrying and crying as she watches
Her grandson, the once straight “A” student, gently being laid
“To rest,” these words describe it best. For in life each waking
moment was used to study, work, playing ball, trying to get paid.
Ending so suddenly when someone viciously requested his jacket
In the blink of an eye, these plans he had been making
Are only mere thought, memory…Reflections.
