i just came across these poems and thought i'd share them with...
The time will come
When with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving 
at your own door in your own mirror, 
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart 
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you have ignored 
for another, who knows you by heart. 
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, 
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Derek Walcott, “Love after Love”
Starting here, what do you want to remember? 
How sunlight creeps along a shining floor? 
What scent of old wood hovers, what softened 
sound from outside fills the air? 
Will you ever bring a better gift for the world 
than the breathing respect that you carry 
wherever you go right now? Are you waiting 
for time to show you some better thoughts? 
When you turn around, starting here, lift this 
new glimpse that you found; carry into evening 
all that you want from this day. This interval you spent 
reading or hearing this, keep it for life-- 
What can anyone give you greater than now, 
starting here, right in this room, when you turn around? 
William Stafford, “You Reading This, Be Ready”