Hindsight
Hindsight
Written: by Tom Wright
11-9-2016
We all look hinder but what’s the point,
For what we discover remains the same.
We resurrect memories that oft disappoint,
We unearth faces but can’t place a name.
But reliving bygone days one never resists,
They’re a journal of days once traversed.
Life’s road is often filled with unseen twists,
And we face each challenge unrehearsed.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2017
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