It's true I've made mistakes along the way,
As often as directly looked askance;
Or wandered here and there and then astray,
Pulled everywhere by unreflecting chance.
And I suspect that you have known the same
Experience in this confusing wood,
This wilderness that none shall ever tame
Nor, not for lack of trying, understood.
I could lament the troubles that we shared,
The wasted time, the traps we should have seen;
But foresight is to hindsight incompared,
And in the end 'tis for the best what's been.
For all these wending ways, which wayward drew,
Have drawn me back more lovingly to you.
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