The Poetry of Austin Grant

Had I Understood...?

		I thought I knew him then--
		  (as Youth presumes the role
		   of Mentor of the Truly-wise)
		And I condemned that man:
		  A blackened chunk of Soul
		  In spirits-mire consumed alive!  

		Oh, would I could relive that youth
		And see what's been as I should have then!

		It came to me one day--
		  (As age oft-time removes
		   the blinds we place upon Mind's eye)   
		And I could see at last:
		  A man who could not live 
		  And drink became his way to die!

		If then I knew what now I see
		Could I have changed what came to be?

			        Austin Grant

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