none of us
are bad
nor
are we
good
this is
a hard world
these
are our times
and the musts
are musts
but
the needs remain
greed and lust
and desire
for all the things
beneath the sun
remain
and more
who am I?
I am you
look
into my eyes
I am
another time
another place
I am the same
I
am you
under the shade
of a different hat
but still . . .
it remains
the same sun
¬
Frank Prem Poetry 
A thought-provoking poem.
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Ha ha at me, Liz. Replied to the wrong poem initially.
I’ve started to try doing variations by focusing on eyes only for a bit. They spook me a bit, sometimes.
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I see how those eyes could spook you.
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Quite profound Frank. I loved this. 🙂
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They come up well, overall, Debby. A pleasure to work with and I swear the eyes end up looking right at me, with a life of their own.
It’s a little uncanny.
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I know exactly what you mean. I have a few of those kind of photos. 🙂
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Yes, profound is a good word The eyes are spooky, but the whole subject is a little spooky. What is more, I like it
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They watch . . .
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Intriguing, Frank.
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I have the sense of these eyes watching over time, Robbie. Perhaps judging now, compared with then.
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