over my shoulder, I look,
glancing at my life as it
inevitably passes me by;
noticing, as a spectator would
how carelessly it was lived
and how foolishly it was
focused on fleeting whims;
wishing... it could be relived
by someone else with me
coaching from the side lines;
fearful... that my successor
would not get it right either.
13April14
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