Shadow of My Past Life
I would never have seen the shadow
of my past life had she not told me,
the change in my personality because
of my grey whiskers. “I want you
to shave tomorrow,” she said to me.
“You’re not yourself when you’re
like this. You’re grumpy and miserable.”
It puzzled me, not seeing the causal
connection of my long grey whiskers
and disposition, and I stared at my love
in confusion. But knowing how keen
her to be in her innocence of sight,
I looked at myself in the mirror and saw
that she was right. The person that I
saw was a stranger to me, an old self
from a past life who struggled in vain
to be me; so, I shaved my grey whiskers
in the morning, and my happy new
self stared back at me.
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