Paying the price for a life ill lived,
my spirit torn and scarred
Those things undone, weigh heavy now,
old choices prey and mar
I thought the past behind me sure,
alas, naivete
Each memory loose to track and hunt
—tomorrow’s yesterday
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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