“Past Life Regression”
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there are days I’m too old for the world
when it outspins the pace of my stride
and I find that my forward moves backward
living more in the past than the present
perceiving my future as memories
of days when I ran and will run yet again
at the speed of the racing equator
when values I held and will hold yet again
made ethical guideposts reliable
Filed under: Free Verse, POETRY
