The quote is from James Joyce. He was an Irish writer born February 2, 1882.
Every life is many days., day after day. We walk through ourselves meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.
LOST THINGS REVEALED
I think I met someone today
Amid the crowd of passersby
The foggy image had so much to say
That uncovered my greatest alibi
You see life is formed of many excuses
To explain why dreams are left behind
This encounter seemed so damned intrusive
How dare it open my pointed mind
We as people tend to fool ourselves
That there will be time later for our fantasies
So we put more and more life on the shelf
And make daily drudgery our priority
Myself, he told me to look back
To see what times I let pass by
Important things swept through the cracks
Extended hugs and lullabies
Dreams of a child deemed frivolous
Hopes of a newlywed put aside
Our outlooks that we labeled ridiculous
So much we could have done but never tried
I hope this encounter with myself
Has come in time to make some changes
While I still have ability and decent health
And before I've turned all my pages
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