Poem: Looking Back On It.
Looking back On it.
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It’s funny when
You look back on it all,
How many things that seemed
To be a disaster at the time
Could not matter less now.
Yet how many little things
Shine out like tiny pearls
Against the general detritus
Of a messy kind of life.
It’s all those small things,
Which cost you nothing at the time
Except for the intention of the act,
Create set the structure of a life
That in retrospect shows bright.
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