I Saw Myself In the Morning Mist
A Poem of Self Reflection
By Fred BobbittPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
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I saw myself in the morning mist
as it hovered o'er the lake.
While I watched the vapor vanish,
I realized my fate.
The mist keeps rising skyward,
till it falls in drops of rain
To complete its vital cycle
and become the lake again.
This body is just vapor,
and the world is but a lake.
I am constantly ascending
with every breath I take.
I will reach my zenith,
as I draw my final breath
And rain upon the landscape
at the moment of death.
About the Creator
Fred Bobbitt
I am a rural American poet. I find inspiration in the simple things which comprise a country lifestyle.
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