Why do we have to measure ourselves
To others with our weakness we delve
In this way we tend to highlight them
Things we will hide and not comprehend
Mull them over until they become a focus
Wondering if we did things differently for us
Would it have turned out differently
But in the end you are left with what will be.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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