Reflection

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    Reflection

    Sitting here
    With a beer in my hand
    I rest my head on the back of this chair
    I breathe in and slowly exhale
    I look to the stars as I have so many times before
    I am loved I am not alone
    But am I happy
    Remembering….
    Sitting here
    On the hood of my car
    With a beer in my hand
    I lean back against the windshield
    And look towards the stars
    Thinking of the one I love
    And a future unknown
    And how I hurt him and
    He hurt me
    Remembering…..
    Sitting here
    Its the roof of a house
    With a beer in my hand
    I lay back and look at the stars
    Wishing for someone to love me
    Thinking of that day
    And infinite possibilities



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    Bwyn commented on Reflection

    04-12-2009

    I was able to see every part of this piece. Very good :)

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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