Who be this stranger in my glass
This ghost from yesterday,
Whose battle scars I carry still,
Whose debts I must repay,
Whose trinkets fill my attic space,
Whose idle thoughts my brain,
Whose sins reside upon my soul,
Will someone please explain
How came this mortal coil to be
My final residence,
This house forever haunted by
Its previous occupant(s)?
Lovely, beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Terri. I don't pretend to serious poetry, although I can put on a pretty serious face at times. (smile)
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