Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Past Life

Nostalgic for a life that never was.

Laughing with a glass of wine,

and a couple of friends.

Easy to say that this life is fine.


Not a painful memory,

It isn't the apprehensive to-be.

Just a passing what-if,

A pleasant thought for all to see.


We are content with our past,

What a strange little quirk.

That what has come and gone, is gone,

and that what is to come is a dirk.


What could you have become,

the endless and expansive question,

Not about reason, not anymore,

Now it's just emotion.


The moral is around the way,

A helpful hint to befriend,

Opputunities are always alive,

and never at an end.

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