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Nostalgia
by Richard VincePerhaps growing up is realising
How many opportunities missed
Were actually bullets dodged.
Behind that smile was
Not what I was seeking after all.
My simple heart misplaced
My optimism, as usual,
Blinding my eyes to
All it did not want them to see.
And yet it was that simplicity
That saved me. I could have
Approached differently, but then
I would not have been me.
It is also what has kept
My memories from tarnishing:
Dubious disappointment is long gone,
Leaving me to enjoy the moments
That really happened.
Perhaps growing up is merely
Gaining the ability to move on
Without losing the joy woven into
Each and every recollection.
08/31/2017 Posted on 09/18/2017
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Brian Francis on 09/22/17 at 01:11 AM Nicely penned, I found myself being drawn along into the ideas you've presented reading your words and analyzing my own life's trials simultaneously. You skillfully pricked my imagination and memory. Well done. --bf
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