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Perfect Vision
Hindsight is twenty-twenty,
We imperturbably say.
But what is insightful vision,
When life is looking the opposite way?
Would words of wisdom
Record a different story
If life could be lived in reverse?
Returning to familiar territory,
Undoing the “What’s done is done” ancient curse?
Receiving before it is given,
Understanding pain,
From where and why it came,
With the warmth of forgiveness
Preceding the cold, hard rain.
There would be no secrets—
Truth before deceit.
Victory would lie before us
And the battles of defeat.
We would know how long life’s journey
Upon this earth would last,
The alpha would be the omega,
The future in the past.
Stumbling through our youth
Before we learn to crawl,
Humbly returning to our mother’s bosom,
The safest place of all.
And with our birth’s reversal
The beginning now the end,
All abortions would be aborted,
Atonement for unforgiving sin.
No memories for remembrance,
All would disappear,
Having made a contribution
To making life’s future hindsight,
Crystal twenty-twenty clear.
But there is at least one downside
To this whimsical change,
The garbage truck
Would no longer make pick-ups—
Just deliveries—
In sunshine or rain.
Copyright ©
Mickey Grubb
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