All that I Can Say with Certainty is that I'm not Where I Was
I move, and, because time goes ever forward,
Never turning back, it's fair to say that I
Advance, but progress? I'm not so sure.
That's such a loaded term.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2022-04-18 at 16:48
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