The Goal.

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A heavy encumbrance, the air of regret.

Remembrance reformed that will not forget.

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What were the words that passed through those lips

in the moment of promise, as it sliently slips?

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The enchantment of place, the enhancement of time,

the importance of factors retrenched to the mind.

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Should I, could I?  maybe.  maybe not.

Whatever was done, and that done not,

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transfigures, refigures, and carries a lot

in the baggage of memory that should be forgot.

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What is done, is done – there’s always regret.

But one must move onward; the past, forget!

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The moment is present, it’s here that we live.

For the present, plan ahead; the past, forgive.

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To begin all anew! with life lessons attached

is the goal of the Self – individual, unique, and unmatched!

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©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011

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