I don’t know why
She bent to my will
Years later
It confuses me still
Why did she
Fulfil my dreams
Ignoring her own
As I played my schemes
I was the child
Though she was younger
I was insatiable
She fed my hunger
Submitted to dVerse Quadrille #206 – bend
1994ever 
Tenzenmen, thoughtful reflections, and like I said to Reena earlier, why is it we can see things so much better in retrospect? Maybe we don’t want to see it at the time?
Also, I just looked in Mr. Linky and didn’t see you linked up, but I got the comment that said you did. Not sure what the glitch is. Can you please try to link up again?
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Thanks. We only know that we have learnt something after the lesson has ended. As they say ‘hindsight is better than no sight at all’.
I think you just got a pingback as I haven’t added the link to Mr Linky just yet.
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You’re welcome. OK on Mr. Linky.
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This poem is reflection and brilliantly well expressed my friend.
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Thank you kindly. That time in my life is something that I reflect on often.
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You welcome.
You write with such honesty and from the heart.
P.S I posted something new today. It’s weird and hope you like it. 🙂
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I sure will. 👍
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