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Consequences

Some events throughout our lives Have consequences that Reverberate for years and years, No matter where we’re at. A childhood trauma or a jab That cut us to the quick, Emotional or physical; A hurt that seemed to stick. Or else an injury incurred To leave a lasting scar Or the remnants of an illness Which hangs on in ways bizarre. There’s not way to know just what Will have a permanent effect And at times we may react to what We never would suspect. The only thing that we can do When looking to the past Is to realize we are stuck for good With what the die has cast.

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Date: 7/13/2025 3:42:00 PM
What HaShem has cast
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Date: 7/11/2025 8:29:00 AM
Your insight here, Ilene, is so true and smartly expressed! And I know it from experience, often to my chagrin! The last two lines of your poem sum up any hope of ever changing it. – Maurice
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Date: 7/10/2025 8:01:00 PM
Wise words, Ilene... The road taken, and the road not taken. ~ Robert Frost
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