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When I read my old poetry, I'm quite saddened about the lines,
ones filled with pain, sorrow and anger, all those of my declines.

I looked back at the decades of my life, and found myself pondering,
how life is like a parade, people passing by and just keep wandering.

Choices I've made along the way determine who I am and why.
The voices I hear every day make me laugh, some make me cry.

I've looked through envious eyes, but those visions were too dark,
when the old personality dies, it's easier to find a new path to walk.

I admonished the one I used to be, but she wields my pen and ink.
She writes poetic verses about all kinds of things before I can think.

She pens stories of past longing and of loves that were left behind,
of the need for belonging, and of the memories that tickle her mind.

I let her have a free hand; she's not an easy muse to hold down,
and when I try to take the pen, she draws a face wearing a frown.

She's my conscience when I falter, a voice guiding me from wrong.
I'm the horse that wears a halter, she holds my reins all day long.

I'm content with life and no longer care about what could've been.
I looked down at what she'd penned;  a smiley face wearing a grin.

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