Alas the implacable enemy of man
is not himself
but what he thinks
he ought to be

What he had done
but shouldn’t have done
what he didn’t do
but should have done

If life were only just
he would be able to
edit convert paste
misdeeds to deeds
blunders to successes
and yes
even wrongs to rights

The flaw in the design
would have finally been
expunged from this globe
and the healing of the soul
universally proclaimed
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jan 11

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Comments (1)

Hard to live the perfect life though!
Takes 50 years to grow up :)
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