ReminiscenceA Poem by Seekerto remember and to move forwardSometimes it’s no good reminiscing. But just as the tide to the pull of the moon I cannot help but remember The nooks and crannies, The twists and turns of fate that led me here. Here, where I feel so privileged, so honored By the gift I’ve been given, The responsibility that comes with it, The urgency to make something of it Like the molding of the clay before is dries. The sadness hits me as I remember. I lie here, overwhelmed by the power of distance and change. The ambiguous seas of life shift into unfamiliar weather; I can only hope to be doing the right thing. © 2009 SeekerAuthor's Note
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