Thank you Judy so much for your reply, I wrote that poem a couple yrs ago at a time when I felt like I was trapped inside my own body.

This is a very cute poem. I like it very much!!! melinda dennis

As I look in the mirror I ponder Who is this person looking back What happened to the man I remember The man who seemed always on track On track to a future filled with life On track to a future with no fear This man is now on track for change And that change needs to happen this year Because without that change the track is gone And without that track the future seems bleak As the track goes so do his dreams He was once on top and now is weak But this man tells me things will change Because without change he will die And this was his first real dose of reality As the tear fell down from his eye This man didn't listen to his doctor He didn't listen to reason He drove himself To this unbearable season I ask the man in the mirror If he feels that he can change He tells me life will be very different And tells me to rearrange Rearrange the life that has put others first When he was the one to save Rearrange it now the man says Or we will end up in the grave A dose of reality so it seems A dose I needed long before And so the track changes and progress is made To make my life better than before And as the track changes So as a whole will my life And the man in the mirror will thank me someday For ending this madness and strife

This poem is actually in my 2nd book that is in prepublication right now. it's called The Fantasies and Realities Within, the one that is out now is more of broken heart, abuse, love for children and family and it called From Behind Steel Doors and its available by going to www.publishamerica.com and putting the title of the book in the search engine. It will also be available thru Amazon.com,and Barnes an Noble ISBN1-4241-1109-9. I'm glad you like the poem. melinda

I look and see someone unknown, someone hurt, broken hearted, alone. I see a face shadow'd in age, that seem's to have happen'd in a matter of days. I look around but no one else I find. She is there, she's one of a kind. She tries to do the best she can, and still its more than her body can stand. But when I'm asked where I'm looking, and who I see, I swallow hard, and say "it's a looking glass and I'm looking at me".