By: John McGowan
Walking up the stoop to my door
I was struck by something deep to the core
Yes, I had walked up a stoop some years before
But this time I went back like waves to the shore
I cherish these moments that transport me back
To a time when wisdom was something I lacked
Now that I have it, I see the present unchanged
Only myself moving forward with unlimited range
Future, past and present are really one
Let me linger in the latter so the former I won’t shun
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