Easier it is to judge,
Than it is to be the recipient...
Of a ridicule.
Followed by a sustained laughter,
Behind one's back.
Easier it is,
To leave one's past behind...
When one discovers to find,
Those who had sustained their laughter...
Now with only time to complain and whine.
And easier it is to reminisce,
When one's path has been cleared of injustices.
To allow one to sit freed of obstacles lifted.
And not be bother with wishes,
To remove from one's consciousness the presence of regrets.
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