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When you’re looking back

It’s what is behind you,

What you did

Not what youre going to do.

What happened in the past

From the first to the last.

Like looking in my rearview mirror,

I can see it all

Now I try to hear.

Reaching back in my memory

I see several faces,

Will they remember me

And truly find their places.

Looking back I see achievements,

Good times and disagreements.

I see many different people,

Those of fake and of real,

Year after year passing through the mirror.

So many memories

Bring a free falling tear.

Now the mirror falls off

While I continue to drive,

Not yet dead,

For the moment alive.