From Art of Mind: Philosopoems to the World
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*The Losing Battle*
When he showed me the mirror,
I saw he did a masterful job.
But as I left the shop,
I couldn’t help wondering:
How many times
The clinic could resuscitate me.
When I returned to my room,
I found myself staring at
My own Reflection.
What I saw staring back at me
was an outright defiance of time.
I could see Da Kid holding on to the
Branch of Youth,
In spite of the winds of change.
In fact it was hard to fathom this display
Withering into a hoary stage.
But just as sure as I grew since birth,
And hair grew from my family jewels,
This image was to be as temporary
As my years in nursery school.
I saw heart, vibrancy and determination
To win this external struggle…
So at the end of this hanging stare,
I felt a heavy sadness:
For you may have won this fight,
But you’re in a Losing Battle.
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