The Toast
What could have been
hurts the most
to lost opportunities
I propose a toast
All the love and riches
that slipped right on by
to memories that will never be
let's raise our glasses high
Now foolish souls lets us drink
swallow hardy all our pride
to lost opportunities
and the pain we forever hide
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