No secrets do any mirror reveal

No secrets do any mirror reveal,
but to age impacting, the years leaving impressions on my face
and no urgency do I feel
to make haste

and to this I am not blind
and I am the only one
and have no heed to form another of my stock and kind
but my poetry, my words are left when I am gone.

In war I have seen the jeopardy of man, his courage
on a senseless cruel earth
but in this time and age
let others bring children in the world, give birth:

my time shall come to rise again, when my Lord come
and with Him to go to an unspoilt home.

[Reference: Sonnet 3 “Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest” by William Shakespeare.]

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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