Explicit are the thoughts I get,
When alone and thinking...
What it was I let slip,
From my impatient...
And youthful fingers.
And now I sit with these memories,
Aged by a maturity...
I wish I had then,
When a past so clearly reflects...
My useless foolishness.
So much I today miss,
That can not be in circumspect corrected.
So much I today miss,
Has affected my current and welcomed,
Patience.
Explicit are the thoughts I get,
When alone and thinking...
What it was I let slip,
From my impatient...
And youthful fingers.
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