Hindsight Poem by Doris Cornago
Hindsight
At dusk, he sees crooked roads
Eyes looking far into the horizon;
A woman did not know his worth
Bolded out of the fold, distraught
Yet when we met, what struck me
Was inner depth and gentleness;
Not a comment out of line, sublime
Subtle words, measured thoughts
Funny that the youth he had lost
In rebounding, all grace abounds;
Added years brought him harmony
Found himself at last, in hindsight
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5/5/2024 2:54:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
For my friend Ren whose reflections mirror and illuminate my own.