Stray Reflections

Stray Reflections short poem

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Yet another threshold
to archives consigned

Not greatly different
& equitably assigned

Peaks yet to be scaled
troughs I still contend

Old resolve as essence
logic even now defend

A blend nearly flawless
but for the final whisk

That tells all difference
& worth taking the risk

Trod virtually half way
to old fences try tend

Some though salvaged
few could never mend

A motley sort of feeling
neither joyous nor sad

Nothing to drive home
or points notably add

Informal stray musings
sort of a link to connect

Peek into old chronicles
in future when I reflect

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