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.
BEFORE
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4 responses to “BEFORE”
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I love this! So true. ❤️
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Good poem You really hit the nail on the head.
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Thank you, Suze. Love you. I hope you and Jim are doing well.
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Thank you, Jill.
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