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Me, But Not Really

by Jeffrey Parren

To all of my pasts' futures
Being that you cannot exist
Other than this one (this past's future)
I find it in you
That although exist you do not
The value is not lost
Because finding in you
Some truth about
What I could have been
Helps me learn
Who I am to be
Who I am now
The whos' I would have been
Taking from that I find you
Or me
The person I look into the mirror and see
I understand that potentially
Mind and body
Are at war
Are at a difference
Yet the final outcome will find the fork closed
When I look back
(Yes, I know
Time is so crucially unpredictable)
I hope that I can manage to discern
Good from bad
In my life
Simply find some great final words
To tell someone important
To tell someone loved
To tell myself finally
That your life wasn't a waste
No matter what crooked path it took

02/08/2007

Author's Note: Just another poem about my death bed.

Posted on 02/08/2007
Copyright © 2025 Jeffrey Parren

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 02/08/07 at 11:43 PM

To tell myself finally That your life wasn't a waste No matter what crooked path it took (and if this is what you do it is enough)

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