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As I sit here alone gathering my thoughts,
I can’t help but think of the things that have passed me by.
Some of those memories could make one a bit distraught,
But I’m well aware that I’m the one who did not try.
I’m the one who did not try hard enough for that job.
I’m the one who did not try hard enough for that trip.
Between Peter and Paul, I chose Peter to rob.
I chose which bills I would pay and which ones I would skip.
I don’t think regret is quite the right word to use.
Foolish might better describe many choices of my past.
Only I can change my ways and I do refuse
To accept my future lot has already been cast.
Copyright © PJ Scheidel | Year Posted 2022
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