Out of what has gone before <br />We hang by threads of destiny; <br />Too late to change or to restore? <br /> <br />Each blemish serves to underscore <br />That judgement will come certainly <br />Out of what has gone before. <br /> <br />Quartered in some secret store <br />Rots each close discrepency; <br />Too late to change or to restore. <br /> <br />Our quiddity, our very core <br />Is weighed and measured constantly <br />Out of what has gone before. <br /> <br />What's life, but having to explore <br />What's past, and that it need not be <br />Too late to change or to restore. <br /> <br />Abjure all things that we abhor, <br />Expel venal vanity <br />Out of what has gone before. <br />Too late to change or to restore?<br /><br />James Mills<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quiddity/
