Poems by
Dudley Koonce MIRROR Mirror, mirror on the wall—why can’t I just have a ball? I’ll drink and bash and live real fast until I fall from the clash of the wall. Mirror, mirror—tell me please, how do I find the other me? Life molds us in very different ways and shapes— like clay models, we can change. Alcohol is just the end result of all the other things in your life that have not been addressed. When the mirror from within reflects a bitter past and the shine is dull with a hint of doom and gloom… on the side of the mirror there shines a slight glimmer of an unpolished jewel waiting to be polished and prepped to a gleam that will guide your ever step. A better life awaits you, but you have to go after it and get it. Forget what you know, let someone else lead the show, help you grow and glow with a feeling of freshness inside, like white snow. (I write in your language because it is what you understand and it is who I am.)
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