sometimes I find myself
dreaming of my past selves
and how I can become them
more beautiful, more youthful
I’m learning to celebrate me
by not wishing to be
who I was yesterday
what a disservice that is
to consider today nothing short of
progress
elleguyence 
Yes, each day is a gift… a step forward. Enter it with a thankful heart and accept His grace in your progress! Have a Happy SONday! ❤
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Was a great read and wonderfully written poem! ✒️😊
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❤
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You remain the person you were in the past
though age and experience have left their marks
that you see them now as signs of growth
and view them not as blemishes and scars
proves the beauty of maturity
and the timelessness of wisdom
You can’t go back, unless you possess a devise or superhuman ability to bend the quantum rules of the universe. If you do, we gotta talk!
Enjoy the ride, you have a long way to go.
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