Looking
for answers—
Same questions,
always asked—
In the darkness
of nights
and
in the lightness
of days—
Here, I stand
neither
confounded
nor
enlightened.
Life—
its conundrum
we all face
seems
fortuitous
AND
grand
in its own
possibility.
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Robert L. Martin
alrededor de 4 añosWe find that we are much better than we think we are. We constantly work toward perfection, even though we can't reach it, but it is there. Very real poem