Looking in the mirror

                   

Looking in the mirror a great deal

Scares the hell out of me 

Thinking to myself am I for real

I see my face begin to change

See my self rather strange

The more I stare and have a long look

The more I see an open book

It scares the hell out of me

I really start to look like a junkie

Does this mirror trully reflect me?

My face looks kind of old

Feel I have lost all my hold

Squinting my eyes to change the image

I know I have lost all my courage

Who am I seeing in the mirror?

At times feeling a lot more queerer

The more I stare

The more I cannot bear

Afraid to ask myself I am where

as I brush away my lonely tear

copyright 2016 alan moliner

Dear father

Saw my dear father lying in bed

He seemed to me to be sleeping

Touched his forehead and knew he was dead

Then I was lost in solitary weeping

I did not know how to react

I put my hand through his hair

It all seemed all so abstract

Wondering if we all should say a Lord´s prayer

I do not know where his soul has gone

So I can send him an email

He surely must have left a little before dawn

Hopefully he did remember to leave a trail

I do speak to him when I´m alone

Wondering if he´s doing well wherever he is

Wish I could speak to him on the phone

That would be great oh gee whiz

copyright 2012 alan moliner

copyright photo 2011 alan moliner