BEFORE


Before imperfection
I sought life’s meaning
not knowing the rowing
was it, not the arrival.

Before I became ignorant
I told others what to do
believed I had answers
not knowing even the questions.

Before I became old
I found quiet boring
its slowness a flaw, not knowing
the rowing was all.







 

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4 responses to “BEFORE”

  1. Jill Miller Avatar
    Jill Miller

    I love this! So true. ❤️

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  2. Suze Chaconas Avatar
    Suze Chaconas

    Good poem You really hit the nail on the head.

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  3. Cynthia M. Sheward Avatar

    Thank you, Suze. Love you. I hope you and Jim are doing well.

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  4. Cynthia M. Sheward Avatar

    Thank you, Jill.

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