In pensive mood, I reminisce –
apply a filter, so to speak,
to events that have made me who I am.
Special times out-number tragedies three to one!
I’m left to question what is yet to be done
when all that’s best in my life
has already happened,
…or has it?
Great poem. I especially like the thought about the filter.
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