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Sunday, April 10, 2016

April 10, 2016


It’s probably unwise
to live too much
in the past,
especially mired in
swampy regret,
or pining for
a simpler time.
Still, there’s at least
as much pleasure
as sadness there,
memories of happy places,
reflections which can
set a soul aquiver with
hope and purpose.
It need not be all
Tear-jerking schmaltz,
riddled with
wistful yearning.
There’s equal opportunity for
existential meaning,
for mood elevation,
in the be here now moment.
One might reminisce,
but also remember that
spring does not
really become summer.
Each season remains

in its own place.

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