his quiet reflections (a poem)

WELL-DONE THOU POET—WELL-DONE!

(armedwithcoffee)

Looking upon the lives of others
A kaleidoscope of colors and childlike wonders
‘I used to be seen,’ he recalls
A scream lodged in his chest at the chance to be someone different

Ready made box, a popular life model
Less of a fuss, nice and modest
He won’t live life twice, tacked to his third act as he is
What he has acquired will have to speak for him in the end

Though he still breathes and his heart still beats
Dust motes dance in the museum that is his home
Having defined his wants so soon
His quiet reflections resumes, there is nothing else for him to do

Christina Schmidt, MA
armedwithcoffee

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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