25 Years

Twenty five years

A quarter of a century

 

What if someone had told me where I would be now?

Would I have even believed them?

 

A new high school graduate

Ready to conquer the world

 

So many plans, so many dreams

So many forks in the path, so many detours

 

Nothing ever turns out as planned

What if there was a way to turn back?

 

Maybe I could pursue those forgotten dreams

Take steps to get back on my original path

 

But what blessings would I miss?

Those which I can never give back now

 

My story has not turned out as planned

But sometimes those are the best ones.

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