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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