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Night Time

You try to make sense of what happened
But it’s always the same 
Bad news hits hard
The cruelest part 
Is the lingering doubt
That things could have been different.

In your heart
You know that
You need to hold on
You’re running out of time
Like a drunken sailor
From one disaster after another  
None of your own making.

Alone, at night your imagination is on overdrive
Nerves stretched tight
You want to do something 
But there is nothing to do
You evaluate your life
The first thought  
Is outright denial 
Of what has happened
Followed by anger
Then an uneasy acceptance.

Life, which so often disappoints
Could have been better
Perhaps if you worked harder
Or studied longer
It might have been different
You have fallen down so many times 
On the long road of longevity
That you smile 
At your own stupidity
That it could have been worse
Or it could have been much, much better
But who is to say?

You survived
And storms
Life was not perfect
It was what it was
As you face the winding roads
It gets a little easier
The rough parts are behind you
Your life has already taken shape
And you could not call any of it back
From your life of long ago
Or sense how badly you missed the days
When you were young.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Date: 3/18/2015 4:19:00 PM
Reflections always bring up doubts, but most realize that we do the best we can with what we are given. Acceptance of self is the first step to happiness. Well done.
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