The Reflections Of My Soul

I look into my inner self, as I ponder my life whole;
Then deep in thought, they come to me, “The Reflections Of My Soul”!
Seven decades in their creation, a vast and varied hoard;
In my innermost recesses, is where they all are stored!
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Some of them bring such sadness, while others bring pure joy;
They go back to my beginning, when I was just a little boy!
But I do not visit chronologically, I jump from age to age;
I act out each cherished memory, I am the star upon the stage!
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I rue the dumb mistakes I made, I contemplate what could have been;
If only I’d not acted so rashly, and perpetrated sin!
Yet, for others, I can laud myself, for doing exactly the right thing;
I think about the positives, as my heart and Soul both sing!
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I have come to the conclusion, that perfect, no one can be;
We all travel through this thing called life, and face some stormy seas!
We live upon a fulcrum, vacillating from good to bad;
For most, the former outweighs the latter, but for some, no Heaven will be had!
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Reflecting my life
Brings happiness and some tears
Oh to change the wrongs