And, when I look back on my life,
I ask myself what for:
For what the torment and the strife,
The aches and pains galore?
Was stumbling through the briar patch
A thing I had to do
To show my mettle was a match
For what’s both false and true?
Of course, I know the life I’ve led
Is every bit as bright
As that of one around whose head
There shines a ring of light.
It’s just that, when I close my eyes,
I hear my younger version’s cries.
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Wistfulness
