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           I wrote this poem in a state born almost from several fears: the fear of realising a stage of my life was ending; the fear of moving on; and, the fear of being left behind. It is an affectionate poem but sadly reflective, with two underlying idea's. The first idea being how we never really appreciate what we have until it's gone. The second idea is that of the relentlessness of time.

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