Windows
In youth I looked at life through my front window
Everything was new and unexplored
Expectations flowed like rushing water
Nothing that I viewed could be ignored
Paths untested prompted me to venture
Inhale the fragrance of discovery
Taste the nectar of a love awakened
Embracing life wherever it took me
Today I look at life through my rear window
And savor the experiences I've had
Reflecting once again upon my journey
Accepting what life gave, the good, the bad
The edges of my world are now more rounded
The colors are a softer, warmer hue
However, I have not a favorite window
Through either one I've much enjoyed the view
Bob Quigley
Sept 29, 2011
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