Reflection

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    Reflection

    Half empty or half full
    same portion, yet is it?
    Is it black and white,
    can't it be just a shade of grey?
    Wishing I am going or do I prefer to stay
    Does it really matter?
    Am I glad with lots of regret
    How can I ever be sure?
    Will tomorrow reflect what I achieved yesterday
    or will it be what I did not
    Has destiny already imprint
    or can it still be altered?
    More questions than answers
    but no....it is still half and half.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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