I See


I see some content to live their life unwell,
I guess some have known no other way,
We all have our stories, some we cannot tell,
It doesn’t mean we don’t have much to say.

I see some so passive, life passes by,
Happy to watch it as it goes,
Not stopping for a moment to even wonder why,
Questions yet no desire to know.

I see some so angry and so they do display,
Behaviour that so many will reject,
No real desire to find another way,
Or maybe they just haven’t found it yet.

I see some regret, living with deep shame,
Replaying each mistake they ever made,
Cringing when somebody says their name,
Scars that in time might never fade.

This one has hope though a little insecure,
Anticipating all that they could be,
I look a little harder and see that I am sure,
The reflection I am looking at is me.

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Dr. K.S. Bhardwaj
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“We all have our stories, some we cannot tell,
It doesn’t mean we don’t have much to say.”
Wah ! Angela….Wah !!!

Kenneth Miller
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oh gosh… that strikes a cord
as one sits around pondering old problems and feeling stuck

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