Night Poem

How do we forgive ourselves
for events beyond our control?

How do we come to grips with
what is beyond our grasp?

As I write, I know these questions
will keep me up all night,
contemplating these and the other
great mysteries of life...

if only we could remember
those times beyond memory
(than it would it all make sense,
it would all
be so easy)

whether I'm approaching the beginning
of life, or the end, to me it makes no difference

I'm just eagerly anticipating
what's next to come

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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