November 5, 2007
By Bonnie McCoy, Mendenhall, MS

If experience is to be my instructor,
Then let the class begin.
I've tried all ways to be different
But sameness will be my end.

The portrait of a lifetime
Stands before my eyes;
The subjects, still and smiling,
Try to hide the lies.

Turning to ponder my own,
I shook with fear and dread.
And in my mind returned to me
Every tear I've ever shed.

In the painting of a potrait
There is no going back;
Merely the scattering of the colors
And coping with the lack.

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