A poem about perspective

Photo by Christopher Sardegna on Unsplash

I looked at the mirror, and felt with dread;

That I would have looked nicer with more hair on my head.

But then I walked out, and saw a man near the door,

With no feet or arms, just sitting there on the floor.



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Michael Ranjitsingh

Creator, writer, and dreamer. Specialize in writing articles about Relationships, Love, Poetry, and Christianity. Dad, husband, and child of God.