Each of us have a haunting
that troubles our mind
from time to time
of a mistake we made
where the winds of time
have left it far behind.
An obscure moment of haste
and of a mistake made
that comes back repeatedly
to haunt our waking hours.
26 November 2009
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You only get one turn around the block, and it is sad that so many of us trip up along the way. The mistakes that effect the future are indeed the hauntings of the past. Best Regards Steve 10