The years have not been kind nor cruel;
they have just been. All the good and all the bad
in their steady flow have been the work of human beings;
some by people who I curse to this day, some by others
I have forgiven or never blamed, and some by myself
who I can never forgive. The years have not been kind
nor cruel; they have just been the canvas
on which nothing, in the end, will stay.
For all is transient, and most
of all, life.
04.03.2023
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