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When looking from tomorrow
Upon today, which then hath passed,
Perhaps I’ll see
Regretfully
That this sweet moment could not last
Perhaps what is potential now
Will be a disappointment then
Perhaps an inch
Of self will pinch
For being taken in again
Perhaps this happy afternoon
Really is no more
Than prelude to
Regression to
The way things were before
Oh, maybe I will wonder,
Kicking myself then,
How I let
My soft heart get
Taken in again
But, then again, it’s possible
Communication’s pow’r
Between two hearts
Of equal parts
Rights all in the eleventh hour
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The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:https://www.gofundme.com/are-you-a-patron-of-the-arts
