#PoetryParlour #AZatPP#day18#R
Reflection
An old wrinkled man,
With his creased skin,
And numerous lines,
In his face,
Becomes a living reflection,
Of a life, almost spent.
But if,
Another reflection of his life,
Is taken into consideration,
Then it can be seen that,
A value is attached ,
To his seemingly feeble existence,
As he has seen and endured so much,
And still remained.
.
His mere presence,
Is a reflection,
Of the triumph of the human soul,
And is a teaching,
About how adversities can be harnessed.
And the posterity,
Can learn from him,
A lesson or two,
About how to stand tall in darkness.
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