Looking Hinder
Looking Hinder
(Is like whipping a dead horse)
Written: by Tom Wright
1/6/2016
A hinder look at life fields I’ve plowed,
Show some tilled acres to please a crowd.
The rows I planted weren’t always true,
And spaced within, some tares oft grew.
The harvest gain never appeared enough,
And oft my days were consumed by fluff.
Now, time has pilfered my youthful years,
And my opinions descend on deafened ears.
The path once chosen ends at my front door,
Hinder looks change nothing I’ve done before.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2016
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