We are all sitting around at the end of the day,
Or the start of morning, getting older, hopefully wiser,
And musing upon days past and those to come.
Sunrise reveals all hidden by the night.
Light can only fall upon the soul that allows it.
I have pried myself upon on the altar of my mistakes.
My youth was too ignorant and prideful.
Even now, I wonder if I have truly learned anything.
I hold on to what I must and discard the rest.
I don’t blame you for letting me go.
Please allow me the same courtesy.
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