The looking glass was somewhat homemade.

Through the tears
he saw the years
drift by from hard work
for only when
he pieced together
all his sands toiled and troubled
he saw the window....
while the door closed.

Reviews

[Mrudula Rani]

When one door closes, another opens.... even if it is only a window, it still helps. ( as long as the looking glass was't scratched, a home made one is good as store bought)
Whimsical yet profound!

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Mrudula for stopping by and commenting.

[Mrudula Rani]

It's entirely my pleasure, Andrew.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! You are writing some wonderful poems. I love it.

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Sami, you are too kind my friend.

[Sami Khalil]

Any time. You are welcome from the South to the Land down under.