Magic Mirror
Take a look into the magic mirror...
What do you see?
Tell me the future...
Tell me about me...
Will I be rich?
Will I be poor?
What good is money,
when God comes to your door...
Who is rich?
Who is poor?
Love me for who I am.
I am rich...
Though poor.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| When Life is ambiguous | 1 | 07/05/2009 |
| Magic Mirror | 0 | 07/01/2009 |
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