there's a place inside
that needs tenderness and love
it's a quiet place
sometimes easy to find
but sometimes it's miles away
all but forgotten
there are not many
but there are a few people
who have cradled it
held it, nurtured it
encouraged its awakening
shuddered with its pain
it's in all of us
when we look at one another
we see it or not
it's in how one looks
whether it is seen or not
perhaps it's a gift
truly, there's a choice
it's easy to close our eyes
sometimes even best
but we must take care
to make certain it's a choice
and not a habit
polish your mirror
share what you see with others
help them polish theirs
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The one and only rebel child/ from a family meek and mild/ my mama seemed to know what lay in store/ Despite all my Sunday learnin'/ toward the bad I kept on turnin'/ till mama couldn't hold me anymore/ Mama tried to raise me better/ but her pleading I denied/ that leaves only me to blame 'cause mama tried -- M. Haggard
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I wrote this one in November 1999; just happened to come across it so I added it.
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