Reflection

Reflection As I look into her eyes I see a life once cherished A by-gone age of care-free innocence What have I gained as a reward for my years of turmoil and tribulation? Wisdom A collection of memories and experiences Passing anecdotes to the interested few Wealth Amassing wealth has never been my forte As part of the consumable masses I greedily assimilate western products Now moth-balled amongst a pile of forgotten eccentricities Fame You will not find my name amongst those glossy pages I am relegated to a statistician’s fact A series of numbers amongst a long line of numbers I am resigned to the fact, that even though I am no-one of note My scribbling will be out there The only thing that remains of an existence that once walked amongst his peers.