Rear-View Mirror
I am looking in the rear-view mirror.
No matter how slow the car is going, everything goes by so fast.
Sometimes I think maybe I will go back and look for something that I may have missed;
but I never do.
Should I go back?
Why didn't I ever go back?
These are the things that could have changed my life completely; or are they?
I hope that if I have ever missed something that I was meant to see,
that I may get the opportunity to see it again.
And....my I have the wisdom to know what it is when it passed by my window.
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