Leaving
All my life
I watched the dew closely
Spheres of water clinging to blades of grass.
Inside each crystal ball the light shines back
And I am reflected in a distorted orb
Round of face and big blue eyes.
I no longer see yesterday’s boy face
Wide-eyed and innocent.
Now I see the man’s mask
Wrinkled and learned.
Still I am round and distorted
And that’s the view I like.
We never know exactly when our soul returns to spirit
But for each of us
our train always leaves on time.
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