Part of my ego, unseen, untouched and not unknown
Now exposed to world, crying like only it can
As old as I am. But this part - like a new born infant
Nursing it now with sight, touch and care
Ego too big to admit. And baby too tender to neglect
Caught in this logjam. My look of years and new image in mirror
Which one to choose? Old wine or same thing born again
Friday, November 27, 2015
EGO || OGE
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