Best Poem of G. Thomas Boston

Mirror In The Evening
Once again I'm taken
To the mirror in my room.
And gaze upon the image there;
The self that I assume.

The countenance is strange to me;
This reflection I behold.
Signs of age are posted there;
Once young, it now looks old.

Is it "my" face in the mirror?
Is my being . . .
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Snow Squall Land
No thoughts of lacy snowflake kisses;
That chance of flurries never misses.
I don't mind shoveling much but this is
More than I can stand.

I hoped it'd wane, and so I waited,
Instead it waxes unabated;
It seems the Snow Gods must have hated
All that I had planned.

I don't know why I . . .
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