What's Become Of Me?
Do you think that you can be
something other than what you see?
For seeing is believing they say
and so I'll skip the mirror today.
I will not see who I've become.
I'll forget for a day what time has done.
For time's not as gracious as I thought.
It's taken its toll and so I'm caught
between the devil and the deep blue sea
wondering what's become of me?
poem by Edwina Reizer

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