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.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| When Life is ambiguous | 1 | 07/05/2009 |
| Magic Mirror | 0 | 07/01/2009 |
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