My life is a tale of progress, albeit
halting,
A testament to my flaws and a God well
worth exalting
So I find it most opaque, given new
years which old surpass,
Why I should feel affection for my self
and my times past.
My next step forward is deciphering why
it should ever be
That I harbor this nostalgia for old
habits bad for me.
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