Coming to terms with what?
The weather?
My lot in life?
My past that always seemed
to have a trip wire making
me stumble, stop and think,
choose the how not the why
Of course today,
that ever present present,
still has its trip wires.
Knowing that, I can take my time,
Avoid the stumble; still stop, think
and make better choices
not perfect just better.
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language,
and next year’s words await another voice.”
~ T.S.Eliot
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