Forwards - Poem by bill costley
Most of my adult life
I assumed I was progressing.
Now they're saying 'going forwards'
Where to? (blissfully unspecified.)
It feels less dynamic,
rolling, but not rising;
Let's rise again:
~ Bill Costley (71)
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