All that has come to pass

Today I look back on

All that has come to pass

And I say to myself,

Have I really had that much fun?

 

I  don't think so

I've spent all my time

Thinking about tomorrow

With worry and woe.

 

I look ahead and behind

Instead of keeping today

And all that it holds

Close in my mind.

 

I forget to embrace the moment

Worrying about what people will think

Of the real me

Unique and beautiful, quirky and different.

 

But now I realize

That who I am and will be,

How I feel and what I think,

Does not lie in someone else's eyes.

 

The End

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