Looking through the glass
All the precious lost
Tears down the face
For all that it had cost
In search of all the joy
Now locked behind the glass
The more a man has got
The more he begins to ask
All the joy was there
Just waiting to be found
Had I not been looking behind me
If only I turned around
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Author:
Emperor (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 21st, 2025 04:27
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Comments3
Such a great metaphor. We loose sight of our path by looking backwards into the past. We not only don't see the wonderful sights of our journey but may stumble over unseen opportunities or hazards that lie in our road. A great message.
We spend to much of our time looking back and missing opportunities that are in front of us, nicely written and expressed, enjoyed the read
BRAVO
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