Knee Surgery
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Would I go back to tell the young me
Not to do what I did?
To get off the three wheeler that flung me
to avoid the roll and the skid?
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Is it the decision that formed me?
Scars shaping my future days?
Or is it is the decision that deformed me?
Starting a suture phase.
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No I wouldn’t change a decision
I made as a naive youth
Sure I was lacking forward vision
but as adult I achieve truth
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Quatrain Poem
A Picture and a Poem 