Tuesday, November 27, 2018
It’s funny what sticks with me
of what I’ve received. It’s
what I make of it
that becomes my truth:
Paradise Lost and Paradise Found
became in the child’s words
a story about losing and finding
a pair of dice and becomes my mantra
when I review what I thought was worth-
while in my life counts for no more
than a pair of dice
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