Life Grants No Mulligans
I've wasted abundant time glancing back,
Surveying moments I might now reshape.
Muddled vision is my present day track,
From thoughts of the past I've no escape.
Dwelling on opportunities once I wasted,
Is akin to displaying an attitude of defeat.
I oft reminisce the good times tasted,
Then left to flounder craving their repeat.
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