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THE RECKONING

By Mary Denise Lyons


Day fades like missed chances.

Time slips away. No rewind. No replay.

 

I see – too late – how blind I’ve been;

The words I’ve left unspoken, the dreams left unachieved.

 

Time demands its reckoning.

Now in the growing dark I mourn

My children who were never born.

 

 

 
 

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