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About This Poem
Justice,so random
One door closes and one door opens.
My life proceeds in speckled sunlight,
dark to light and back, a shifting lens
of ambiguity, never sure of right,
only sure when the results come in
of those things that turn out wrong.
No, I don't believe in concepts of sin,
but, oh boy, the wages are clear and long
standing. Decisions made so many years ago
in the best of faith just seem to hang around,
like a long term plague, while actions low
and made in haste, disappear, can't be found
and seem to have no consequence. Justice
only exists when time metes out irrelevance.
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