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Turning Point

Today I crossed paths
With a man on the street

If you ask me
He looked rather beat

His head hung low
With eyes centered
Between his toes

The stranger casually looked up at me
And to my surprise
He glared into me
With such tight eyes

I felt my sympathy turn
To anger
while observing
This weary stranger

All at once
My vision became clear
I was simply looking
At a dirty old mirror

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